So many breakups, so little love.
My friends', my own, people I don't know... Disheartening but I guess it's only natural (?) that as we're struggling being young adults these problems surface. Freedom? More options? Tons of fish in the water? Seriously? Sometimes I think these excuses exist only to make both parties feel better about splitting. Other times I concede to that, cause we're all such fickle-minded assholes anyway.

Good not to cry over spilled milk. To have known and loved a boy who was once perfect in our eyes is so heartwarming. Be glad for love reciprocated is as amazing as a miracle. It is a blessing that we've for a while found the one who made us feel complete. Hugs for all the sad children. Brace yourself for it's time to move on.

Kz, better do something more constructive than this. And even better to have slept at 9 then wake up at 5 for PW. No-nonsense, you know? Boomz.

Wish love was really free. Boys cld date boys and girls cld date boys and if we like, we cld all date boys and girls when our hearts tell us to. Wish that those in love wld never face discrimination, no matter their orientation. Wish that those in love cld tell one another. Wish they wldn't keep running away when their hearts long for an eternal embrace.

Wish that the teary-eyed wld have someone coming their way real soon to make them smile &laugh again, for real. Wish we cld cry when we want to, laugh when we feel like it...... Hug/kiss/makeout whenever we please. Wish I cld stop saying Fuck you all, change to Love you all heeheehee.

Aiya byebye la still Hating you all.

They say don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars. But I've been crying all day. Sure I can hold it in, if everyone else stops reminding me that my life is so screwed. If the mother &son cld get over themselves instead of yelling at each other over something so trivial, and if the lyricists didn't have their hearts as torn up as mine, then perhaps, I wld've been able to have a good rest at home.

It is Saturday and I'm still in the PJs I wore to bed last night. I have missed you. A little more than I should, a little more than I would, a little more than what's for my own good.

I imagined you on my sofa, and imagined myself on yours. I recalled the spontaneous trip to Msia and all the happiness that I thought wld last. If you wld be so kind, just give me some time. Cause it's not easy like you're having it.

I was bored to tears.
And perhaps that is not just a metaphor. It isn't, when you're missing someone.