i dont wna play my horn anymore.
damns.
haix.
i think i am caught in a situation again.
there are things i need to do.
but how?
later i start destroying ppl's lives again.
hm.
there were so many things that i wanted to ask and say.
but wrong place, with many interruptions.
wel, at least it started.
and i am more than grateful for that.
theres so much to blog,
but i dont know how to put them into words..
suddenly i just lost my skill of expressing myself thru language.
i think i better go prepare tmr's children church lesson le ba..
its late.
ehs..
i stare at the wound and i wish i knew how to stop it from bleeding.
mata ne..