"cheer up," that's why they try to say
I started it with no hope for anything more. I started it with the hope it would be nothing more, to be exact. And so far, that’s what I’d been preventing—for it to be more—until now it goes … far out of control. And it is almost impossible for me to gain my control back.
I’m just trying to get my power back….
Tell me what to do, please. Or at least, cheer me up. Or at double least, try to cheer me up.
- synta @ 2008-08-31 / 8:46 a.m.
a loner?
Few years ago, few days after my brother went off to Solo to enter junior high, I remember myself, facing the beige wall which was full of pencil graffiti made earlier by me, crying myself to sleep. I remembered how lonely I felt, not because the person who was closest to me went out of the city, but just because I thought I was born to be alone.
And I guess that was how it started and amazingly, up until now, I still can’t get myself used to it.
- synta @ 2008-08-16 / 10:29 a.m.