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Monday, March 23, 2009

i can't hold it any longer. i just have to act as if i'm okay in front. no no no *insert russell peter's voice* i'm not okay you dumb. i acted normal because i had to. not because i got over it. URGH. nevermind la. not your fault also.

listening to Joe Hisaishi's compositions touches my heart and soul. deeply. the songs he wrote is not music. that's his heart on a piece of paper.

but holding back is the only solution.

5:15 AM

what