I let myself believe this was possible.
That it was,in fact,already happening.
But I'm not going to fret over the stupidity of believing.
Wouldn't that just be a waste of psychic energy?
Another excuse to engage in an endless cycle of negativity?
Experts in the field of human behaviour,
would agree that my will to believe was not a sign of stupidity.
Experts would agree that my will to believe was a sure sign of INSANITY.
...&It was that wretched,misguiding,leechlike parasite called hope.
I'm so sick & tired of this...books filled paper strewn room I've been living & sleeping in. I practically dont have a single clear space for me to walk through even except for a small space under my piano which is where I sit. -.- I literally have to crawl over my papers & books on the floor to look for the stuff I want even though I already had them in different columns on my table (which is also as messy.) Gosh.I dont think anyone needs me to say how uncomfortable it is to fall asleep on the papers,they're not exactly comfy you know.Urgh.Im going to take my pillow in tonight to sleep on.
I havent practised the piano for 3 days wtf I am really dead.
Comp on sep 4th & I'm not really like looking forward to it.
You've always been my best support Lifeng,thank you. Love!
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The last kiss I'll cherish,until we meet again.
Suddenly I see,why the hell you mean so much to me.
You said forever,
but who knew...
Maybe one day,sometime.
We'll have one more shot again.
&I thought...Nevermind.