好想你

好想，好想，好想，好想你。。

make me cry, please do

I wanna cry, but I can't

And I am reminded this is hormonal, and that reminds me that its okay, because this is not real

And i wanna talk to you. But then i am reminded not only that it won't be any good, but that we have no conversations - ie. our conversations or non conversations.

N this makes it easier


I seem to have found myself at this point in life, where I can't find anyone (else) for a chat in these moments.

N maybe thats growing up / growing old, losing friends, n getting over the juvenility (?juvenileness) of youth



I want you, but I don't; you that i want are a child, but we're not. So i don't.
Are you grown up too? guess we'll never know. this child i love.


.n ps. i miss you, bitch. Get over it n come back to me for gods sake. Fckface. How old are we now.


Is this where our old people lives lead then? How sad.

Back to telly.

没有一次

没有一次唱k是不会想你的。。:)?

为什么

为什么每个人都有了另一伴？

Have lost friends..

I Really hate slurping.

Listen

I don't know why
 when you are upset and tell someone about your problems, the first thing they do after you pause, is to tell you about theirs.

Like, really?

Fcking extroverts.

imma get me an iPad

凌晨两三点 2-3 in the morning

自己一个人玩 Smallworld

Sounds sad, so imma not tell you.

But it wasnt really,

Obviously trying to avoid studying.

Really shouldnt have gone out to play (i.e. going to yours)

blah.

Repercussions would be, no studying tmr either. Yay.

(Oh this does take me back, about 9 years, omg how old am i!)

simples

Should've kissed me back.

simples.

:).

walk away

I miss you.


There was no where else to go.


I know you're not straight forward, now or ever. And all kinds of don't.

I just cant get my head around it right now.

But so much wrong, with you. N old old wrong too.


I'll try n remember that if nothing else.

That comes around once a year.


N walk away. From you.

meh

Weekends make me feel...

...

sigh....



Howsit gonna get better?


ps. while i was typing this, a temporary 'better' popped up.
thank you, as always.

words

hey friend,

i do think about you,

im sorry

o what has becomes of us

i know,

but i dont know how.

sorry is all i have


be better.

the idea of

I do miss you muchly Mister Sir.

O, why must you be so naughty~

:p

Had to say it.

Sex and a laugh.


There.

Had to say it.

the older you

I dreamt a dream of you.

It was you, and me.

n I could.

so I turned around,

I asked.

it was a younger you.

But still you said ..

But it was okay.

In my dream.

Atleast I'd asked.

n it was okay.

You and me still.


Maybe dreams, they prepare us for the worse.

N i much prefer this you - the older you.

But with this you,

how could it possibly go any better than the bad that was

in my dream of you.

How could it with this older you.

(I could never ask, could i?)


Too long - missing you.