last night i dreamt. you were there. next to me. like we were back then. it felt good. for a moment. then i said to myself. this is too good to be true. no, this can't be. finally i realized that it was just a dream. i think i was half-awoken. and in that moment, i knew. i knew for sure that this is just a dream. you are not, with me. the end.
anyway. i've decided to write log diary every bits and then. or a journal. whatever it is called. maybe twice a month? too lazy to write on a book these days, so blog it is!
like anybody's been reading this blog anyway.
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morning.