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so she says;






my rotting face.
Thursday, May 03, 2007

hello world.

clock says its 4.53am now.

moi cant sleep.

moi depressed over my face.

moi people felt that it must be that new moisturizer. ):

someone saved moi.

in real world, my wounds recover very very slowly. slower than people around me. its due to some tissue or something i lack according to an expert. so imagine how much hard work it is ):

whatever.

sigh.

i am extremely affected.

oh wellssss.. life still gotta go on.

and i know how paranoid and insecure i am lately. i think girls have those days and its attacking me now. the old saying goes, love makes one glow. and i trust the positive (:

i had a bad dream last night. i dont know how long it lasted and when i open my eyes in fear, i realised my hands are covering my face and not merely covering but more like taking cover(read: if you know what i am talking about, with strength) needless to say, it was numbed. it was so bad. everything seemed so real.

i think i should get some sleep.

i worry too much.

called for repairman and they are gonna be here at 5 i think.

so i'm only left with 10.5hrs of bed.

and like what he said, i should do something to keep myself occupied.

a letter was mailed to me this late afternoon. about the date of enrolment for degree courses. i have yet to call the school to make reservation. heavy sigh*

i really should go to bed.

btw.. there's no explanation on why i dont give replies via msn.

p.s i love you.

@5:40 AM