Day 2
In the show yesterday. The girl that he liked, was weird. She calls her husband mobile and leave him voice messages, even though she said that he was dead already. Probably she misses him that badly that she couldn't accept the fact that he's gone. Her love for him was so deep that dead never seem to separte her from her love for him. Love is perfect or is it not? The show kept flashing back into my mind and it feels as if I'm like her. Leaving a message to you, that you won't read.
Probably this way is better. I'm becoming to be better at written words than verbal. Writng too much is bad? I can't explain. But writing is good. Least someone in the world out there who reads this can understand or feel my unspoken thoughts.
I'm very stress at the moment. I sat in front of the com the whole day and I couldn't draw any detail. I can't understand drawings with no annotations or measurements. I can't guess and I won't dare to.
I broke my word, I send you a message seeking for help and attention. I hate myself, for lying, for falling into temptation. I need your attention to least to call and check if I'm okie. I'm totally not and on the verge of crying. By 7pm. No reply, I will give up on the fact that you will be worried if anything happens to me.
I'm petty, yes I am. Unreasonable? Yeah, almost right. I am anything you can say I am.
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