i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you i wont call you.

there's so many times i dont know what im doing..

like i dont know now.

but when he feels bad. i feel too..

and i dont know how to help without complicating matters even more.

so i sit down and i cry too.


i believe we will be alright.
maybe just not now.

im feel a little tired and abit more sad just by the single word that escaped your lips....

i finally realise that i can find no one to make this feeling go away.

i always assume the best.... is that what they call hope?
and the worst always occur.... maybe hope is over-rated.

i talked too much, too loud, too big, too soon... and now it's my turn to fade into the dark.

planting playgrounds

and this is my favourite panel.... because.. just because.

after all this is over..

we will disappear into the dark,

and hope new adventures will find us.

are you unreliable or are my expectations too high?...

this is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.

your minute answers to my questions.

your non answers to my important questions.

your failure of judgement.

your insensitivity to our current situation

your unreasonable expectations

your avoidance

your nonchalance.

my anxiousness

my constant approach.

my unreasonable expectations.

my failure of judgement.

my sensitivity to our current situation.

my answers to your non questions.

my answers to your minute questions.

our mis-communication.

our hurt.

our tiredness.

our non-communication.

you brought hell upon yourself.

the past two weeks seemed so slow to pass and it passed like a blot of lightning.

and with it came the thunder.

there is so much to do. and we are not doing it.
we end up squeezing our life out from a tube of toothpaste in order to save it.
it's time to plan. but planning it becomes too late.
all we gonna do is madly rush to the finish line.
without thinking.... because thinking will take up too much time.. and because later we are too tired to think.

i don't want it to be this way anymore. but its 2 on 1.
i lost.
i lost to our will power, i lost to our discipline.

play now. work later.
procastinate now. regret later.

ill be his friend as amends for the disappointment you felt from me.

goodbye you.

its over for me as it's long over for you..
i know why you left. and i'm still very, very sorry for the things i have done and things i havent done...

may be it's the time of the year where work never seem to end.
may be it's the time of the year where i dont sleep much anymore.
may be it's the new friends that i found...
may be it's the old friends that made me smile.

your shadow starts to fade a little.


it's just sometimes i dont really want to wake up.
sometimes i dont want to go to places.
sometimes im so afraid to open the photos folder.
sometimes i just want to shout out loud for help...

but i know nobody can help me but myself.

i dont get how come im so stuck in us.
maybe im just a little not over you.