So someone told me that I should be more direct rather than indirect by writing my thoughts in my scribble. Hey now. I suppose I do have a definite yearning to have a sympathetic ear read my scribbles...and because of that, I have asked (or demanded) that people visit my scribble. That was at the beginning of the scribble career. Now, it's basically just there. Those who forgot, forgot. Those who remember, remember. Yet most of all, those who remember are the ones that really do care. Either that or they are stalkers. :) STALK!

I had a cough for the last month and it just recently disappeared. Now I have a ridiculous cold...running nose and watery eyes. Sigh, and there's nobody around that would pat my head and wipe my tears away. Not that there was anybody before.
My roommate's alarm clock went off early in the morning. A little too loud. I suppose that's one of my hugest pet peeves. That's one reason I don't use an alarm clock and also that's one reason that I have been oversleeping Monday and Wednesday (oh and not to mention, I was miserable in the mornings both days and just didn't feel like moving from my bed). Then at 9:50 I got up, All my roommates had left. Suddenly, the worst feeling came back as it has during the moments when I was alone. It was a little past ten. The time ticked by and I could hear the empty silence. Nobody was up at this hour. Nobody wanted to hear me trying to cope. I howled in a sudden drop of pain. Nobody heard me.

I will love again
even if it takes a lifetime to get over you...