There. I finished it at last.
I feel sort of tired. I twisted and bended codes like hell.
ANYWAYS.
I know, my blog looks like a scrapbook.
well,
...
I. DON'T. CARE.
Got's it?
Good.
Well.
I know, this sucks.
I haven't blog for a long, long time. Like I only had two entries for August. Which in my perception?! view on things as a compulsive blogger, SUCKS. Cause, yeah.

Um :-?
Guess what?
I MISS YOU
I, is afraid that you would reject that feeling of mine.
I, is afraid that you would give that a whole new meaning.
and finally,
I, is afraid to lose you.
I admit that I'm jealous of your other friend. I don't know, I guess after forcing my head to think, I came up to this crazy and pathetic conclusion that she is more interesting than I'am and that, she is more fun than I'am and that she is more of a friend than I'am.
I really don't know.
I'm confused.
I wanna talk to you really. But I don't want us to end up misunderstanding each other.
Yes.
I'm a coward indeed.
I don't wanna take that risk but I know that that's the only way for you to know what I feel.
-sigh-
well.
I really hope that I could gather that courage to talk to you soon enough cuz' I really miss you.
I do. Really.

I don't know what the whole world has against me.
Something doesn't feel right everytime I think.
I think that it is illegal for me to think.
But I need to think, right?
I need to see things in a different perspective.
I need to know.
Yeah.

I'm on EPIC STRUGGLE right now.
Yeah.

I think that nothing cool has been going on in here,
and my thoughts are still buffering.

By The Way,
Potato Ships doesn't exist. Chips do.
THEY LIVE.
AMEN?
Amen.