viernes, mayo 19, 2006
[ 1187. Moods ]
Felt like the subject of oscillations today. Moods going up, and down, and up, and down.
Sometimes, i wish he's still there. Those days of late night phone calls, messages and stuff that he gave upon me. The dinners we had. The hugs. The unforgettable memories.
Nostalgia is a lethal weapon for self-destruction, someone once told me. And i agree.
But the other extreme isn't a good measure either. |
Shannon left at 10:18 p. m..