and that sucks pretty damn much.

idk why but every time your face pops in my head, I feel a plunge of sadness. maybe it's cause I know i'll never have you.

last night I hugged my pillow to sleep, pretending it was you.

some things make you happy. but some things make you sad.

plurk is still the best cause no one knows it exists.

sad/lonely/empty/all of the above

maybe that's all there is. just a simple text, interpreted to be more by me.

hello again

all the things that i would do..

finally i know how it feels like. to feel special, then realize that i'm not..