c'est la vie
date: 7.19.2012
time: 1:16 AM
since I was helping you with your chores, can't you just get dinner for me?
why are you always like that?
you can be a nice man, only if you wanted to.
It's the 19th. Been exactly a year.
Ho Wai Fong, how are you up there? I miss you. Miss your wonderful stories, your words of wisdom, your way of using gummy sweets to cheer me up, your warm hug. That hug that makes me feel strong; that makes me beat all the obstacles. Have I been doing things right? I need your opinions. Is there a better way of doing them that I don't know about? Lying about certain things, keeping silent about some - is it right? If I didn't, results will be deadly, right...?
Sometimes I don't understand. Maybe learning to. One gets mad because I haven't been letting in, into my thoughts and all. But if I do, everybody gets mad. It dampens everyone's mood. It ruined outings. I have been known to bring about dramatic actions. Or play the pity cards - so people have told me and I realized. So I thought about it long and hard, it's best that I kept quiet. Still got pissed at, so I decided to tell something. And that one, tells everybody. Am I supposed to get mad? Can I get mad? If I do, I'm that overly-sensitive soul. ""bitch please, you aren't the only one who's hurt"". They use them a lot these days. Retreating to write & type, it's much better. Less serious; less whatevertheseare.
As that day draws closer, this strange feeling of loneliness dwells inside of me.
Maybe because of the deaths near that date.
Or maybe because.. No exact idea why.
finished the entire loaf of bread at home.
a mental note to sneak out later when they're asleep to get fresh bread. Else no breakfast for them later; the hulk will appear. Do not need such a thing early in the morning. Thank lord for a 24h supermarket. Perfect opportunity to puff finish this pack too. ☺☺☺☺☺☺
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