
xin, i wish you're here for me to talk to. i know you'll understand everything. you always do..
it's a very uncomfortable feeling, this suspicion. the 'headover-the-shoulder' wariness that's gradually wearing me down. i really really hope i'm wrong:( i don't know how long i can stand being like this, i just feel like running.. there's this place i can visualise. i just don't know how to get there now. the journey seems too hard, too impossible. how do i get from here to there, when i'm not sure myself whether i want to leave:(
sorry if anyone thinks this is an emo post.if i can't write what i feel here, then the purpose of this place is defeated. as it is already, i can barely mention specifics before the barrage of questioning take place. and if you think you know what i'm referring to, you are wrong. remarkably, my writing seems more flowery after my KI paper 2. *muses*
i wish you're here
;6:18 PM