Another online journal
Maybe in two years time I’ll laugh about this, I’ll jump and giggle on those silly moments that I miss him.
I need to stop from here.
Now that he’s gone, I realise his potential as if I am on a talent show and I miss the back story of the most talented guy on earth.
Why do I keep of thinking about him?
Why do I miss him so badly?
Why do I need to think about him?
Why do I need him to listen to my stories?
Why do I keep sharing secrets and frustration?
Why do I even stalk and investigate things about him?
Why do I have to go through this and ask?
Is this because I figure out what is going on?
Is this because I am a real psychic who can foresee the future?
The future without him
Is this love or lust or maybe some kind of a joke.
He is actually ugly like a bulldog (though dogs are cute sometimes)
He is actually ugly like a monkey who needs some banana (though monkey are amazingly smart)
He is actually looks bad like a camel (though camel are very hardworking)
He is actually not worth it but I hate it (though I think I get attached a bit, is it?)
I hate it so bad that I miss him that I can’t even understand
Maybe one day, I will forgot this
Yes, only time can tell but for now I think I’ll work hard to reach my goals
Yes, maybe for now I’ll do the best that I can to be pretty awesome than before.