Sometimes I just wonder if you actually notice the way I go about doing things. Then again. Sometimes I just wonder if you care. Because to me, you're my best dream and my worst nightmare. Seriously you know sometimes I really feel like blogging, then I sit down, then I write a little here and there, and I really don't wish to write on. Because I only write for you.

Sometimes I wonder why I go on like this. I can't think straight, I think of you. You know, sometimes I feel that my search is over. After awhile, I feel that, it just started. Somehow, you rake the place of. Never mind. I'm just spouting nonsense. You probably won't care either right? Coz' if you did, you'd do something about it already.

I'm losing my faith. The single pair of foot prints in the sand, just make me realize how big my feet actually are, and how heavy I actually am. You're not there. You're just there when I'm at my best, to share my pride. How different are you from a false friend. I tried. Don't say I didn't. It'll take a miracle for a miracle to happen to me. Why? Because Miracles don't exist.

By the way. I'm just by the phone if you ever decide that you want to talk to me.