fuck. damn pissed off now.

I'm just not here.

that I won't be late today. again.

and red light loves me so much today. every traffic light is red and my bus stops at almost every stop. a wrong time to take a bus. sigh.

it's either that newspapers generally stinks so darn much or that his papers stinks so darn much. I'm thinking of the latter.

I don't really like the idea of texting anymore. but what else can I do about it? sigh.

I've been thinking alot. too much in fact.

I cant read the atmosphere always trying to pump in positive energy without thinking.

please don't take him away from me.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.