a little space i call my own

one lonely life

and he writes...

Dear diary,
i believe you're the only book which i really love throughtout my life. haha. come to think of it. i have so much to tell you. one book is not enough. so this is the first entry in the "second" body of yours. one new book. yet the entry is nothing new.

i made promises. promises to send her gifts. promises to care. promises to do all of these and that. yet, i couldn't lie to myself and to you. those are nothing but so empty promises.

half full or half empty? the bottle is always half empty.

in this case, i think i need to sort things out properly. don't you think so? i think i've done something soooo wrong. that if god above knew. hell must be waiting for me. with big wide open arms.

i must admit. for one thing, that she is quite a great girl. but the fact is, to be sooo frank, i have had no feelings for her. yet.

i guess she's sad.

she ought to be. she must be.

i'm so the bad guy right now.

maybe. if i see her more often, i might just like her? =)

i don't know.

but. for now. things are at peace.

enough for today.

i'm going to bed.

*closes the cover of the "hello kitty" book