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.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
is this giving up or moving on?
i shall not know.
the choice is up ahead.
but i choose not to choose.
for every time i choose, i lose.
i don't know what's right and what's wrong now.
ahh.. how i envy them.
you don't know what it's like to be me.
12:25 AM