oneday.

why is it so ironic that when you're interested in a thing they never seem to be there, but after you lose interest they just pop up from everywhere?

srsly, why so many awesome writers start writing when i've lost my reading interest?

anyway, talked to some strangers on my fb friend list and some friends i've not talked in ages to sell byg tix just now.

being overly-enthusiastic for nth. tbh, i don't understand myself too. why so enthu this year when all i did is mope last year? i feel embarrassed now.

it should be a blessing that he's not online at that time to see me do this kind of awkward stuff.

why am i trying so hard? srsly.

One day you'll come to me and ask me what's more important: You or my life. I'll say my life and you'll walk away never knowing that you're my life.