sober- pink

each line a drag, each post a stab. I wonder why i even face myself up to doing it.

it's weird, even though i'm soo sure i don't feel the same way i did before. yet, i when i cower back to my bed, i realise that everything's ok and i shouldn't feel this way.

think nigel think. what the heck is going through your mind when you step pass those lines. whatever i do, i better think fast or hearts are gonna shatter again. why oh why does the mind turn fickle at junctions that could mean go on or never again.

be positive. resort to wishful thinking. it's gonna be another long night.

my day was good though. met her =) played soccer =) and hopefully i'll get to meet the guys later. awesome!! i hope i can actually still make it for work. heh!

i'm out! sweet dreams starry sky=)