i don't know what happened to me, i just feel kinda funny and wierd. i don't like this feelin at all. i just don't feel like myself. it feels like i'm hangin in mid-air. stranded. can't turn back, can't move on. have you guys ever felt this way before? or is it just me? am i thinkin too much again? or is my boredom actin up again? crap.
in a way, i still think about those stuff. i know i shouldn't, and that it would be wishful thinkin on my part to be still cherishin hope or whatever crap. i know that. i certainly do. and of course, i thought i should've passed the 'whinin' phase, whinin about this and that about the past. but i realise i didn't. i'm still stuck in that bloody spot. i'm still the way i am. crap. this is bull-shit. yea man, maybe i should just dwell in my little dream for a little longer. maybe, just maybe, i'll be alright one day. yea, that's what i hope for ultimately.
* 乘下的那些感动能记得多久?