its warmer now, this place, this world.. it doesnt really matter. my heart still shivers, being unable to say what i need to say. so instead, i just memorize it and froze. little bedtime stories i tell myself at the end of the day. so i be able to sleep. so i be able to live with myself. he said i only speak to him when i feel like, and im beginning to wonder if he was right..
好想抓住一点什么，但还是空手而回。
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I hear you. I dun like talking to others unless I feel like it either.
Also you don't work is it? Blogging at 4:17am and holding down a job seems incompatible.
Unless you vampire or something of course...
Or zombie...
Or werewolf? (not sure about this one. Maybe they dun sleep so late...)
actually, i would like to think of myself as a wiccan. the kind who talk to animals, to humans and understood both.
and hoon, this has become your entertainment room and you will stay here until you are a fun person. do not try to escape, it is not possible. ha.
Who said anything about escape? I'm basically a stalker on your blog now. You can't get rid of me if you tried.... lol
btw you not really ah lian are you? You read too much. Ah lian can't read so much. Thus you are not ah lian.
glad u figured that out. ha..
Darn. My search continues...
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