Today was one of those emo days, and i started to pull out my diary and pen down again.

Too much running through my mind and i didn't noe wher to start. i guess i see too much of things from the perfect side tt i neglected the dark areas behind them.
i alwaes tot that things would be happily every after.
but come again, mayb there wouldn't be any happily-every-afters afterall.

i couldn't help much and didn't noe wad to say either.
but nonethless, i tot it was okay to fall.
to fall and pick yourself up,
learn from it and move on again like never before.

while i'm just left being on the same spot years after years.

i tink, i just didn't noe how it would be like.
and this could probably be a blessing in disguise.
Maybe. yupp, maybe.