haze

yesterday i dreamt bout him.. i wonder why must he always appear in my mind only in moments of crisis. i wonder how is he now.. he's still as handsome as he used to be...maybe more. he was wearing orange in my dream...ORANGE..
i m starting to lose hope in him..the other him. i mean. maybe i wasnt the only one in his life.. yea.. worried bout that. and...everything feel so faked and forced. its like i have to take things just as it comes...whether i like it onot.
but ...the person i think of at night when i sleep is him..and when i wake up is still him...so.. do i love him onot?

and bout the love is..love is thing that i posted some time ago..i felt them all.. but will i feel them again when i see him next month?..well.. when i saw him last time.. i felt it all.

this is scary... i m swimming in the river..

bout that bitch.. if i ever see her there... she better be nice.. i m guaranteeed i will be violent. no matter what he says.