I slept for 14hrs and rot for the rest of the day on a beautiful Sunday,

sucha wonderful life uh.

I'm still craving for yam paste..

Whenever I feel guilty,

I wna treat you better,

you remind me of it.

What should I do?

You don't understand.

Its not that I don't care,

not that I want to give you this f-ing attitude

I just can't help it.

You just don't know how much it affected me.

I'm waiting for you to officially break the news to me,

I want to knock some sense into you,

maybe I'm selfish,

but it is a better choice.

Now that big bro went overseas again,

everything just feel so empty..