not knowing where to go or who to find, he ended up writing this journal.
he has the life of an ordinary person, yet the way of thinking of a melancholia.
he just doesn't know how to find that four-letter thing.
P. S. the navigator buttons are the colored bookmarks.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I know you don't really care about what I'm saying.
Every single new message I send will be just another "press and delete" work to you.
Act speaks louder than word, I know.
And I realize that I talk much more than act.
But that's because of your not giving me any chance to act.
So, please give me that chance and I'll show you that I officially love you.
xxx..Labels: about her
11:39 PM