Last night I realized that SHE is as sensitive as I thought she was. She tries so hard to defy everything that would contradict her as a happy-go-lucky person but in reality, she’s as rotten as hell (like me). At lest I’m not trying to hide it. Am I just sourgraping or what? Maybe, but I just find it ridiculous to be funny and gay when deep inside you know you’re hurting. I mean, why try to hide it? People don’t give a shit about what you feel. Last night, I made a little attempt to drive away from being too close to this person. I mean, I don’t want to invest anymore. People leave me all the time, that’s likely the case so I decided to be extra careful next time. Not that I hate them for leaving me but I totally despise the fact that I have to be left alone. Why is that the case? Okay, I promise not to whine anymore. That’s one of the reasons why I stop writing in this shitty blog. Everything that comes out from my mind is a non-ending whining. Whine. Whine. Whine. But people do that a lot, don’t they? I’ll stop whining and everything won’t be normal anymore (at least for me). I miss photography. I miss my camera. I miss strolling along the campus and having the time of my life. I miss my mug. I miss reading books. I miss going to the movies. I miss life. I miss YOU. Where have I been these past few days? My entire life is almost wasted.