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.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
the small talk we just had, grandma, broke my heart to pieces. you changed a lot. you can't talk properly now, but you still laughed when you heard my voice. when you knew all your words would be spoken incorrectly, you gave your best to tell me that you missed me.
my gosh..
the hint of these new tears were sharp I tried to choke them back. you know i miss you too. but i bear not said a word, i would cry right away. i'm sorry.
but i love you grandma. i really do. thanks for taking care of this useless guy. i can't ask for any more..
get well soon.
9:42 PM
