Its 12 am now.. and i'm now sitting here outside my room waiting for a call that i dont think will come... but still i wait.. i hold on to things people say the most..i fear being lonely and i hate being lied to. when you say something mean it.

why u ask i'm so petty with all such small things? -- its just cuz its the small things that make you enjoy the bigger things better. I could have called you but i didnt. i would have but i didnt. but now 30 mins after starting my post, i am still waiting for a reply to even a sms.

i'm now sitting all by myself. and now i'm starting to think about appreaciation.



some how i dont know why my heart hurts abit now everytime i think of you.