Posted on: Thursday, February 18, 2010
Posted at: 2:06 AM This place has been empty for ages but somehow nothing in my life nowadays are worth writing down, or remembering.
There were events though, but since I'm really lazy to type it I can't really be bothered.

But somehow on this really lonely (and hungry) night I decided to come back for some reasons I don't even know of.
I'm really lazy to write things in a diary, and I don't have a fantastic handwriting and won't fancy reading it anyway. I mean what's the use of keeping a diary when you won't wanna read what you wrote right?
So this is the other alternative, but then it means I have to be very open to criticisms and what-have-yous. Which, obviously, I do not like.

I am really hungry, and I am really unhappy.

I love watching movies, not just because they are nice, but also because I can forget about being myself for nearly 2 hours. But when the lights are on again the truth just dawns on you again and you feel like crap.
Same reason why I love reading but sometimes books are really tiresome especially when you don't feel like imagine what is happening in the book, in 3D.

I can't conentrate really but I had used up every little bit of my braincells to type what I did just now that can somehow in one way or another explain how I am feeling (or maybe not).

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But there's always sunshine after rain and the streets will be shining shining shining and I feel good again.
It's tough but I'll hang on.
Cycle repeats again and again but I'll still persevere (not totally me too actually -.-) and enjoy (almost) every single moment.

Why am I so happy about it?