I. Am.

Officially. Pissed.

By you, and sometimes you, even though I like you so... Oh, and you, because I knew that you couldn't be trusted again but yet, you broke whatever little faith I had in you.

Pissed.

But no, I'm still in a... Floating mood.
Why have I been in such a "good" mood recently anyway?

A lack of water, perhaps. I feel dehydrated.

I miss some people so much now.
Thank you, Serene, simply for your smile, and not knowing that you make so much difference.

Am sick of facing these people who only see themselves in distress and neglect everyone else.

Freak life.
And I shall abstain from vulgarities since you dislike it.

I HATE LIKING PERFECT PEOPLE LIKE YOU AND NOW, YOU.

Argh.
I wanna return to the past.

And I think I'm crazy talking to myself like this.

I like you. It feels normal. It feels healthy. It feels nothing more than a like.
But then I do things for you, like I never should.

Yet, it seems so little, so insignificant.

I'll be a nun on my eighteenth birthday.