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.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Luck didn't take place at all, huh?
Yeah..
I heard so many 'good luck' phrases, here and there.
None of them worked, I think.
And my efforts didn't reach either a single piece of her heart.
How shameful I am!
You can't even cry when you want!
You're that weak, aren't you?
*sob*
I don't know how to describe my feeling now.
I feel so sad, yet relieve with what I've got from her.
I just can't breathe normally right now.
Are we better off this way?
Do friends really enough?
I'm alive.. yeah.. I'm sure I'm alive.
But I think I've lost the sense of living.
Need I learn to hate you?
I...
I don't know what to do now.
"Love is Largely an Art of Persistence."
Here is my favorite quote.
The quote which always strengthens me.
Yeah..
I think I won't give up that easy.
But..
Can I hold up with that?
*sigh*
I'm really pleased to meet her.
Thanks God for uniting me with her.
I won't regret..Labels: about her
9:24 PM
