tell me, if what im doing is right or wrong.

my parents dun understand that i have a fucking lot of proj to do. even worse, they think im only playing com, and not doing my work. partially true, i guess, but still. i AM doing my work. i fucking read thru those stuff im required to.

i dun understand them, and vice versa. so they ask me to read books, papers. when i do that, they ORDER me to do my work. when i do my work, they NAG at me to read. -.-

strange but true.

i just have no idea, why talking to nat refreshes you. it's like, he hits all the right stuff im trying avoid, even to myself.

i never said it was love. i never did. i merely said, the acts of love.

love was gone a long long time ago. in a faraway land..

but then again. i 4got how love felt.

damn you.

LIKE isnt LOVE. i like you.