prime numbers.

true. i've spent my whole time figuring out, about what's right and what's wrong. and how the hell i've created such a big mess when i was having my good ol' time with my pals.

when was the last time i wept 2 hours straight and couldn't control any of my damn tear duct?
Monday.5th jul.

it's hard. to get my viewpoint across.
so it's time. to build that wall again that i've once demolished.
i should be more caution.
i should have protected myself like everyone else did.

people tells me,
"every man for themselves"

what about friends? what are friends exactly? what a vague word. this word makes me queasy.
things are happening in such a manner that im wordless. nothing to question. why our friendship never fails to hang itself on the thin line whenever a guy comes in between?

you were like my sister, my soul-mate, my audience, my almost lover.
we seek comfort in each other and we laugh at crazy people on the streets...

you were like my other half that i couldnt possibly have lived without, and so i dragged you wherever i go.
supper, dinner, kite-flying, shoe shopping, cycling, wii-tennis, swimming and so much more..

you were like my almost lover.

jess.