i don't like my past diaries that i found while i reorganized my bookshelf. the thoughts were of no intention to the mind yet i let the ink bleed in words. tore a few pages that were relevant to my needs. i shall mail the letters back to myself when i grow old.

sometimes, i tell myself that i would rather marry Cook - someone who don't mind not minding. i could really use some of those magic soup if this hidden hypocrisy ever goes on longer.

today i find myself running away from the truth, but it felt good. but i wasn't running away until i met the love of my life. he had questioned me why my smile was plastered in a very juvenile way. i didn't answer, i just wanted to hide how i really felt just now. i have missed him a lot, heavier than a sack of bricks. but how could i just let go of everything at that moment? we barely talked, i don't want to lose the feeling of missing him. i fear, i might just stop appreciating him.

i do not understand the means of my actions. but i hope by the time i wake up tomorrow, will be sunshine and can find myself again.

forever is a breath under the full moon. i shall keep this belief to myself.
i love you, and the moon shall not lie.