Interview later.. Can't sleep..
Guitar string snapped.. Haiz.. Hinting to me that something's bad is going to happen?
Haiz..
I am still thinking about him.. He might know it.. He might not... Doesn't really matter now, does it?
I've never expected anything from him.. Cause I know that there is nothing I can expect from him...
Then and again... Why is it I feel so fustrated these few days?
So fustrated seeing his facebook's updates.. So fustrated seeing him popping online and offline.. So fustrated over his msn photo appearing every now and then on my msn's "What's New" window...
Haiz...
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