'everything will be alright if you just stay the night'.

it's been a long time since i've been home so early.

something about rainy days is making me happy now. something that feel so right. i love the sound of the rain pattering on the windows and watching the droplets flow down them. something so therapeutic. and perhaps, a little nostalgic. oh well, it will pass.


yes, you did say the wrong thing. and apparently, i wasn't suppose to hear it. well, i did, and it wasn't pleasant. not at all actually. i didn't know you were capable of being such an arse, and yeah, i was disappointed, if you ask me. let's just say- i had higher expectations of you.

and, you see, i don't choose who i care about. i don't select those who deserve to be important. and if i could, i really would. it'll make things a whole lot easier, you know that. but, well, as i've said, i don't choose. i love who i love and not who i choose to love. it's just the way it is, you know. it's not like i chose for you to mean so much, because, to my recollection, i couldn't really. so, i guess it all depends on luck from there.


he looked like you. the way he stood, the way he moved, the way he carried his books. perhaps it was you, i wouldn't know. and, well, he was absolutely beautiful. well, at least enough to leave me with a horrid smile- just the way you do too.