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Friday, November 30, 2007
isn't it. •
i don't know what you or anyone expects, but.. some things are personal, and sometimes i can't and won't say stuff. yes, expectations are high, but what's given is just as precious.. it's a willing sacrifice, with risks and no deductible.
i really miss the way things were, in more ways than one, feel it for more than one period of time. i want to move, but i'm not, and there's nowhere to go anyway.
yeah, actually the point is i don't know what to say, and i can't tell you anything anymore. actually, i don't think i ever really could, it was just stupidity and impulsiveness and no-one else. pretty sad case. the problem is, it's all about seeing what you want to see. i'm in love with an idea, the product of wishful thinking, and when a guy considers the illusions unveiled he wonders if those pretty pictures passed over were actually for real.
there is a point of no return, isn't there. no turning backwards, no second chances. it just sickens me to see how everything is so interlinked, and how the universe can be a hypocrite.
i'm not going to make the same mistake twice though. i know what i stand for, though i may not have a clue where this is all leading, and i've no choice really, have i. there can be no receiving if there's no giving, and there can be no giving if there's no-one to receive. i can sing, though.. ai zai na li? fine. maybe.. for now, ai zai xin li.
haha. you look cold. sound cold. feel cold.
whatever happened to that project, warmth.
help me to move on to something new.
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