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Lost days, pictures fade.
Anew.
Thursday, May 20, 2010

Hello.

Honestly, I've really moved on.
You're just another face in the crowd to me.
Just another familiar face.

But still, I care as a friend.
I just don't know what to say to you.
Maybe you've noticed the silence from me.
Its because I think too much, really.

If I can think of one reason to, I can think of a hundred others not to.
And then I decide to procrastinate.

I'd gladly chat with you yeah.
Just lost for words.

Okay, whatever now.
I'm currently lost in my life.
My results are like the way stock charts are probably shown.
From weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee to aiyo.
I really don't get how I manage to do well in english and lit and some other subjects.
Its like I hardly study (I'm really not trying to brag here)
And I do much better than some who mugged for hours.
I feel like I don't deserve these marks.

I'm confused with the direction I'm heading.
I'm neither moving forward or turning back.
I'm like standing still in a crossroad.
Maybe I'm still waiting for someone to push me somewhere.

Maybe I need a wish.

Goodbye.




I think I don't believe in love anymore.