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11 April 2006

technically speaking, this is my hundredth post.

i always dreamt that it would be one of my happiest posts. something worth celebrating for since i never thought that i would keep up with my blog.

my blog's soon became the next thing i rant to each time i ran into a problem, i could name it as another of my best friend.







sadly, my mood's at all time low these months and my hundredth post really isn't worth cheerin for.

i'm down. so damn down.

and i guess no one is going to cure this this time round, neither is time goin to wash things away. it's not always that we feel like we are being overly sensitive.

i guess you should have trust me that even though on the first note i'm upset, i'll get over it faster than being disappointed and having you breach that trust all over again. you ought to have trust that to me, being honest is always better than keeping under wraps.
a paper can never wrap fire i would say.

ultimately, it's your choice.
you left me anyway.

i wanna run, run away from this life. from such days..

9:27 PM


wendy
twenteen
sajc uoL



when the tough gets going
just keep walking