I just realised how reading others' blog posts can really make people feel sad/emo.
Such a bad feeling, grr.

Sometimes, I really wonder why I think so much into the littlest things,
why I get so very upset with the tiniest mistakes/details.


Angels,
Faeries/Fairies,
Witches/Wizards,

Are they really out there?
Grant my wish.

Have been reading too much fiction. Hmph.

I'll finally get to know how it feels to be a one-man sb tomorrow.
Excited?
Not really.

I think I'm skipping lunch D:

I feel so bad.
That I can't do anything.
I can only always stand aside, and watch.
I wish I could be braver.
To reach out, to embrace, to help.




Oh,
I finally have a favourite book (:
Far from You - Lisa Schroeder

Do I really have to? D:

can i ever understand you?