Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is ideal life.---Mark Twain

I accidently opened my draft box in my email box, and I read an email I wrote maybe around couple of months ago. I was so shocked and feeling hurt. I can still feel how depressed I was when I wrote that email....gloomy...helpless and frightened...  Last nite I found my diary fr a yr ago, but i cd nt read it. So many things hav changed, it was like reading sumone else's diary.That really scared me n made me a bit sad, I am nt that kind of person who keeps all da memories. This diary just reminded me lots of things that I mite have forgotten...

Quite often I wd think of a situation like this:  if one day, if there is one day  u wd stand right in front of me, what wd we do then? what wd we say then? Wd we look into each others eyes as we used to do? Shall I just smile and walk away silently? There r so many ppl in our life we loved sincerely, there was no drama. But one day  we know we just can nt b together any more. I guess its the best if we can just live in our different worlds but also knowing everyone is doing alright.And its always good to know u r enjoyin this beautiful sunshine as i am.

Have heard too many stories about cuming and leaving. Have said too many goodbyes,finally realised "yes i am going, am nt jokin this time". Talked 2 a friend another day, she thought I wd totally forget bout her nxt yr. I suddenly didnt know wot 2 say.

I guess I am a good kid, I know I will forgive u anything as long as u say ur sorry, I will always luv u as long as u say u luv me 2,  i will always be with u  as long as  u want it to be, i will believe wotever u say as long as that makes u happy.

Who is the real Hamlet:  A dark, ice-cold, and revengeful face or a pale, noble and melancholy countenance? Soul struggles in momentary hatred, body sinks into eternal silence.