And told me you missed me.

And told me you loved me--

as a sister.

And then I cried.

It's not about listening to words anymore... but listening to actions.

So tell me, you, what do you really want? What are you telling me?

Because getting drunk alone can't numb the feeling.

You were there. You were frowning. You were worrying.

But... what do you want?

So right now, the book I've been focusing on is Good Omens since I have four days to read it before the owner takes it back. Anyways, from what I've gathered, it's about the planning of the apocalypse and the fallen angel, Crowley is aiding Hell to victory.

There's this story that I've read in the book--more like information about a place, but it has a story, nonetheless--and it's about this saint, Beryl. She was betrothed to this pagan, Prince Casimir. On their wedding night, she prayed to God for Him to intercede but instead, he gave her the ability of endless chatter.

She was strangled by the prince and she died as a virgin.

Sometimes, I wonder why I always seek for the pain that comes along with knowledge. Like when I read a really long, boring book... in the end, even if it's one tiny fact, I actually have the pleasure to learn something new.

And sometimes, with emotions it feels as if when I hurt, I'll always have the reason to fight more for it because it's worth it in the end. Or so I hope.

It's funny how everything conspires against me now.

The people I love as friends fall for me. And the guy I want to fall for me just won't.

My dad gave me a talk about my future and compared it to his from before.

He gave me the reason why he's so loose with me... because he never got that freedom from before. And I'm grateful that he understands me. I really, really do. But for him to say that I've lost my identity--

--I honestly don't think I have precise one, yet.

And for him to say that I'm not doing well with my classes... well, once upon a time I had fours in almost all my terms and he didn't even notice them. He just said, "is that the biggest grade you've got?"

... well, it is, technically.

Sometimes, I just feel so under-appreciated.

You are so annoyingly weird! I swear, I don't know why I even like you sometimes! You probably even know that I like you. But then you tease me to Mr Potter and my exes! From my analysis of men from before, when they tease you, it means they like you but you! Omg. You are so different.

Because I know you just want sex. Oh, but not from me, right? Cos I'm one of the guys.

And I don't even know if I'm your type.

Your brother said I was. But then again, maybe your brother is screwing around with me.

So why the hell am I wasting my time with you?