Saturday, April 14, 2007 / 2:18 AM
My hatred shift is your night shifts.
It kept me thinking lots of things and made me feel unreasonable.
Very scary it is.
How I wish I am busy as you.
Then again, I wish I'm busier.
At the very least, I'll be the one who's quiet and ignorant.
You know, I wouldn't want you to think I'm difficult or make you seem to be suffocated as how you describe her.
Oh god.
The walks are getting harder.
How exhausting it is at this point.
I don't even know what I want now.That's how bad tangled my mind is.
Maybe, it's not even a fuss.
Maybe, it's just missed.
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