It's terrible.
Something seems to be stuck in my throat.
Something seems to get into my eyes.
No I'm not crying or upset, not a little.

35 more minutes.
Seventeen.
Another reason to be stronger, another responsibility.


I still see you playing facebook, talking to your friends.
You don't belong with me anymore.
Actually, I don't think I've the courage. Somebody please hug me longlonglong and cry with me. No, I'm not crying, no I'm not crying, no I'm not crying
I'm not upset because time is passing by and he hasn't call. No, jielin, it's happy birthday, not sad birthday. Cheerupcheerup!
I hope.


Off to hug ding ding now. Yes, comfort is what I needed.
No, it's you that I need.