Where are the tears?
Wednesday, January 27, 2010 `Super !Duck
What's with the cold, muted treatment??
I somehow wish my birthday would come sooner.
Maybe somehow, that day would be a happy day.
Maybe because that's the day I could make a wish.
Maybe somehow that day would be a perfect day to cheer me up. (:
Maybe because, by then, things would be better.
Whatever it is...
22 MORE DAYS!!! O:
I hope I could survive through this term. :(
Sometimes I feel that I counting day by day but...
What's the use?
I'm not sure either.
For the sake of knowing, somehow it still exists?
Somehow I know things might stay the same?
Somehow I could be convinced everything's gonna stay that way?
Or am I living in self-denial?
Must I keep believing everything's gonna be okay so I wouldn't worry incessantly everyday?
You're really like an ancient, alien carving I'm trying hard to decipher.
Maybe this time, I will have to make the first move again.
I promise.