Thursday, December 02, 2010
11:36
i found this text that i saved in my draft a few weeks ago.
just when i thought it has reached the basal surface, it found its way down joints and bedding planes.
haha wth. i don't know why i was feeling that way but must have been the stress or the household matters. you see, sometimes when there's no one to turn to to hear out my pent-up feelings, i would write/type everything out. it will then either be disposed of or kept.