it's a dirty feeling.


like a smudge that won't be cleaned off; a spot that can't be rubbed off,
a smear that lasts forever on your dirty car window.

it disgusts me, revolts me, draws me, repels me, amazes me.



how can people be so superficial?

i guess they just are.
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i can't help but try to guess what she's thinking.
what was she thinking when she said that to me?

a dozen things maybe.

she scares me, sometimes.
i think, i really don't know her.

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exams are finally over, and i simply spend a day wasting away eating nice food, wearing nice clothes, going to nice shops, looking at nice things, have a nice time with my good friends. of course my friends are nice.

it was a nice feeling.

when today ends, which is in 28 minutes approximately,

goodbye,
and hello again, life.




there are a dozen things i have to do.
and only so much time.

in his words, again,

too bad, that's life.