when was the last time i really put myself of trying so hard not to kick your ass? oh, it was last year. gees, few things just don't change. we just give them some new different names for the same thing and just exactly when we think that it's over, those certain intuition that send a chill to our spines started to whisper in our ears "i am here. again. can you feel me? my name is The Ghost of The Past."
i am writing this with an immature decomposition and it's not as disposable as it seems. if only i could just press Ctrl-Alt-Del in an instant way, wow..now that would be better than facing myself every morning in the miror, feeling sorry for what had happened to us. i used to said that i will forget you and that was two years ago. this is the new year and yes, i don't feel any different as well as you did. and our last night phone call was nothing but fear to me.
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