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 23, 2011
right now, i'm abandoning my tasks, seeing how funny this has become.
i can't stop smiling.
don't you think this is just like our friends? it's just that we're doing this so straightforwardly while they did it poetically.
this is embarrassing, yes.
well, can't help at all. :P
i see.
and i'm happy to know.
this comforts me.
but this imperfect me never give enough.
i doubt this will be satisfying.
sorry..
and..i'm not even half of a romantic one; i don't know how to try, i don't know when to try.
this is irritating actually.
but when this ends..
maybe.. a little more.
10:32 PM
