Sunday, November 28, 2004
if i was writing a letter with tears instead of ink or blood, the piece of letter would be wet, torn and broken into pieces. and the room would be flooded with tears.
if i could describe or explain how i'm feeling right now, i would. but i know, i can't. if i could give up, i might. but i know i won't or rather can't let go.
if i could read people's minds, and hearts, i will. but the sad thing is, i can't. if i can cheer up, i will. but for now, i'm sorry i cannot.
i wish i knew what the hell's happening.
ying wei wo zhi dao, wo gen ben fang bu xia...
<3
11:30 PM
