My book, your story

My book, your story

Though school doesnt start till after National Day, the schedule next week is giving me the squeeze. So many readings, so many follow-up for the Honours project. It's like if time just forwarded itself to the start of school. Argh, research sucks.

I'm getting sick of Aika. Watching Mar is a very good way to kill time. Operation Weight Gain is in progress but I dont see myself getting any fatter by the minute.

This used to be a story about me alone. Trapped, I'm the author, lead and the narrator. I wanted it to be perfect. My world is the best. I'm self-centered in this big world of others. If I can't even allow myself to be self-centered, then there is really no meaning left for me to see in this world. They taught me not to be self-centered because that will make me a very selfish person, but they also like to contradict what they said to me. So why must I believe them?

And then, you came into my story. Yah, that's how I know you and how I know about myself.

Dream big but don't lose yourself in a dream. For dreams are not real and it's not your reality. Even though I cannot see you, touch you, or hear from you, memories are all I have left to remember you. The closest I can get now are by the photos I see of you everyday. Yah, you sure feel real in my dream, but you are just nothing more than a shade of my imagination. Regrets.

Read the two faces from the joker's card

His smile, sweet yet cynical

His frown, painful yet pleasureable

I can and sometimes I cannot read your mind

You love this game and so do I

So happy I can die