Exile

Last night, I had a hard night to fall asleep. Kept on thinking about you is not really making me sleepy. However, I did fell asleep. I dreamt that Angie and I are both getting married. So I was like, so busy getting dressed, and then I saw the bridegroom and and I was like, "Who the heck is this!?" Then I woke up from shock. And thought about you. This time I fell asleep.

Since Thursday, I was waiting for your response on whether or not I can go over on Saturday. Til now, not a single word. It makes me feel like I made myself available for nothing. A lil note on whether you'll be home or now will definately help a lot!

Then, as a habit, I check up your blog and twitter. Hoping to see some updates, although not much were there recently. Sigh. I saw something maybe I shouldn't see. Or should see. I really don't know where to put myself. And I can hardly breath. Just by the word itself, you can't blame me that I misinterpret it. Unless you mean otherwise. I really do have a question for you since the beginning. Are you serious about us? Guess I don't need to ask now...

So what's next?

I'll exile myself, into a land without feeling and love. Yea, that sounds proper.

Should I give you a chance to explain yourself?