sleeping alone, an empty inbox, quiet walks, cold hands, tired neck, unfilled papers, idles.
isn't that bad.
Been wanting to catch The Tree of Life last year in the theaters but I didn't get the chance because of my exams. Finally caught it on Tuesday, thanks to my dad who bought the dvd.
Unproductive week, last thing I actually need. Hair's been poking everywhere and irritating my skin, tied and pinned up the whole bunch. Yet to think of what I should do with it.
| I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. beautifully written, be still my heart. |


My week ended early yesterday since I skipped my last lecture. Had lunch out of school at some Vietnamese food place before trying to memorize some drugs at Starbucks.