But still, at the end of the day (cos anger does dissolve you know... -_-) I'd be so bummed if it wasn't me. -_- Yes, I know. Even I wanna shoot myself. Everyone please queue up one straight line and take turns with the revolver. And no pushing please. Thank you. -_-


Some times I feel I should just fuck it and find someone good enough to make me totally forget about him. Even if it's temporary, it'll get through my thick skull some day, I'm sure.


But other times, I feel so helpless at the likeliness of losing him. I don't ever know what's on his mind. Not so much a communicator, that kid. -_- He's changed so much already, I can't help but freak out what. But what's forever constant is that everything I feel about him is pure. The anger, the disappointments, the loneliness, the happiness, the excitements (heh) is all only because I ____ him.


The ring is about to break.. :\ Maybe it's a sign.
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