09092015

Hi, beautiful date up there.

It was mentally demanding days, where i could be thinking what i'm gonna do for the next hour, and what i'm gonna see in 2 years from now and then it goes random wander of thoughts : i could think about talking squirrel tbh.

I was manly enough to put up with this 3rd paragraph. Well, most of the time, writing can cure most of the pain i had, but then again, i am hopeless enough to let it slip in draft. hihu

I learn that you can choose what you can feel.

And it break me so bad that i had to think about the talking squirrel, when things go like:

'i'm no longer your muse, just your old,sad news'

Ew. now, gimme a talking squirrel.