I spent a day, counting the days left. Day by day passes, as if nothing out of the ordinary happen. But deep in I still linger the kind of affection. Told myself maybe it isn't gonna work well with me, I suppose?

How my naive wish that someone will build a time machine, but then again what a re suppose to happen will still happen even if I have a ability to change it, so I'm gonna let it be. And see how it goes, sounds laid back but what else can I do?? But seriously sometime I just hate myself fuckin' hate myself really.

I think best for now is to just do my stuff and not to think too much probably nothing gonna work out for me anyway, I give up man, white flag surrender..

(Just what happen, I wondered every single day?)*

Still.. I believe God is still with me, guiding me. Telling me that there is still hope in this world.