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I don't know. [Dec. 23rd, 2001|12:12 am]
Gen
[Current Mood |sad]
[Current Music |Yoko Kanno - Black Escaflowne]

I just feel that I should write this crap:

Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand!
In other words, darling, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song,
and let me sing forever more
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true!
In other words, I love you!

Fly me to the moon,
And let me play among the stars.
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand!
In other words, darling, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song,
and let me sing forever more.
You are all I long for, all I worship and adore.
In other words, please be true!
In other words, I love you!


Why?

Sometimes I just feel that I'm born to be alone. No one. And I can't even make some of my friends happy. Love? Don't even think about love.

Is it time to throw out my heart again?

I don't know.

Early this evening I was talking to Jules. He was quiet as usual. But this time, too quiet. Must be one of those days. Where somewhat everything you do doesn't turn out good. Jules, the only person that I knew who was really kind to me. One of the people who accepted me for being me, not anyone else. He's been sick quite long. I don't know what to do. It should be me not Jules. Jules has a lovely girlfriend which also, one of my best friends. Lots of wonderful company and such. To put it short, he's useful. Pardon me if the word sounds like I'm refering him as a tool or somesort or whatever. Anyway, I just hope that he feels better the next day.


Once, I'm a tool too. But I'm 'worn' out my usefulness. So they threw me out.
Useless, pathetic, cold and alone.


Gwah, Drawing has been a terrible routine for me lately. Seems that I can't draw any good pictures worth showing. I decided to take some rest from my so called non-stop drawing mania. On the other hand, I've bought some Christmas gifts. Not that many, but I think its enough.

So end my pathetic attempt for sympathy. Don't worry, I'll feel better after this stuff.
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