02 1 / 2012
blabbering
Sometimes people just don’t understand what they say, like the way I don’t understand what I’m doing here, in this page. I write about dreams, and this time, I’m writing about you. People change. I change. I change after I meet you. I’m writing about you and I don’t care if you read this by chance. You won’t know if it’s about you.
It’s a bit late, but, happy new year, you. I wish I can have enough courage to talk to you this year. Shoot, what am i talking about,
