Day 1 (28^th September 2010):

Current Song – Diary, Wale.

My first day without being in your company turned out to be very VERY unpleasant. I can only sleep the night before due to over exhaustion of exam weeks, plus a two hour journey, plus going crazy with a bunch of friends, plus being nagged in the car to an hour by one of them.

Apparently you’re the one who’s the playboy and sleeping with different girls every night. Rumors really can go haywire. You can become a normal guy one day and a dick the next.

It’s kind of funny how rumors go around like that. It can totally spoil someone’s reputation. But I guess you’d know who’s the girl that you’ve been ‘sleeping’ around with. ;)

You called at night. I didn’t like the sloppy tone of your voice when you talked to me. Rushing and just talking to me is, well, weird. It gave me a reason to get all emotional for the whole night. Maybe my period’s getting me paranoid. Maybe not?

Thinking back, I have NO idea what status are we right now. Yes you’ve asked (In a super sloppy way.) and yes I’ve answered. But I still feel weird most of the time. Your texts give me the impression that I’m still nothing. It’s not the amount of texts you send me. I know you’re not the texting kind of guy. It’s the way you text me. It makes me feel cold. It’s actually kind of hard for me to explain it to you though.

I guess it’s the way you don’t express yourself. You don’t tell me you miss me. You only tell me that when I asked, and this doesn’t count. This made me really sad, and I gave up asking altogether.

Anyway, this is the first page of me writing to you. Maybe, just maybe. If it’s long enough I can print it and bind it out and present it to you on your birthday. Which will be approximately three months away.

I have no idea why, but I’m only good in writing. And given the circumstances that you don’t appreciate self-made items, AND your laziness to even read all of this, I’d still want to write.

xoxo