Dainty Diva
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
For the past few nights, I kept crying.. for anything else, but her. On one night, i hated him so much that i can't wait to attend his funeral.. then i slowly cried myself to sleep.. On the second night, i dreamt of her, but i couldn't make up what was the dream about. i woke up and started crying all over again.. finally, last nite was more peaceful than any other nite... I'm praying for her.. hoping that she's happy and loved..
Things are not goin smoothly for me.. i kept reading. I guess it's the only few times when u get to hear that i'm actually reading a storybook. I realy dislike the life i'm having now... so i rather marvel at how beautiful other ppl's story are and be happy for them.
time i get back to my storybook.. my life is almost empty now.. no fun, no joy, nothing worth mentioning...
