They say when you're feeling what you can't express, expressing it out by writing is the best way to release whatever that is kept within. I pretty much agree because I do that since years back. I think I need to type.

It's been 3 years since I've known you. It's weird because time fly by so very fast. And it feels like yesterday when I look back. However, when I count back the years, it came so unreal. I wonder what things would have been like if y_ _ n_ _ _ _ l_ _ _. Could it be bigger than that or would the ending be pretty much the same. I found the very statement to describe us- Unfinish Business.

I stood around middle today and looked around. Everything changed. The place is no longer the same the very first time I visited when I was going-on 18. What chance could I have taken then? What route can be taken so as to change the very fate that I'm living in now? Rhetorical as it seems, I question.

I miss the old place very much. I wish I could take a ride back to feel that very atmosphere again.

Right at this very point, I feel like a fool. From the very beginning I'm always the party waiting. Now a revolution should be shouted. I won't wait, not anymore.
Rhetorical leads to screamings, 3:45 AM