i was sick of studying and feeling bitter at the same time that i started a crazy rampage on things i used to keep at some corners of a bedroom that has accompanied me since i was 8.. i stumbled upon that familiar metal pencil case fondly decorated with pictures of us and fabric stickers. apart from that physical case i knew there was a promise we both made to one another some long time ago, though seemingly naive and distant but there's still some hope i carry in it. somehow, a small hiccup could rip two persons who love one another apart, and there seems to be no stalling nor turning back.. i miss the times of having some kinda support knowing we would never leave each other, and knowing we still had each other no matter how that ugly world turned it back on us.. i dont know how things would go back cos i know now we both are just trying to not say the wrong things to each other at the wrong time even though we still care alot for each other..?


if only i knew what to do now that i've become so empty.