Everything was done, so you would come.
Yours Truly.
Monday, September 22, 2008, 2:52 PM
Give me a headstart.
Alone and tired.
Not a fucking word of comfort, not a fucking piece of tissue paper, not even by my side.
Why is this so? Perhaps y'all don't know or pretend not to see anything.
Thanks Xuan, at least you were there for me. :]
Long busrides alone sometimes make me think alot, and it's really...alot.
I took out my phone to listen to some music and I kept scrolling down the list, unsure of which song that suited my current mood best.
Feel like going to the beach now............................................................