PUNCHDRUNK
computer shop. chilly. my friend Envy. black nails. orange place. That’s what the scene is right now. And I feel like I’m missing someone. I have thouht thoroughly about what I feel for him. It’s realy killing me slowly. Like a poison which I forced to drink. I was deeply touched with this Joan of Arcadia episode where Joan’s mum and bro were talking about this girl. He said he felt like his stomach hurts when this girl was not around. And her mum just replied that nobody can heal the wound except the one who caused it. That is so true. But the real question is "What if that certain someone can’t because he doesn’t feel the same way?" While I was facing the mirror the other night, all I said to myself was he’s only a dream. A dream that’ll never be fulfilled. I am starting to let it go. And now I suffer but tomorrow I will let go and say goodbye.
