Morning dew on the field, where I met you
I was frozen a year, couldn't get through
Got a sign, not a scar, on my shoulder,
I am not quite the man you take me for...

every single thing I do and see and hear reminds me of you and you and you.
been trying to find my own voice. in everything. and somehow along the way I realised that I love being alone and just thinking.
people see me and ask if I'm alright, if I want to tell them anything, if I could just cheer up.
something in there is hopelessly wrong. becausebecause. it's just the way I am.
so falqwin you were right after all.

Will I learn how to be one of you someday?
Will I still feel the eyes that behold me.
Will I hear what you think, when you see me?
Will it tear me apart if you feel for me...

my determination is working. (refer to the 080505 entry) well, almost. if only you wouldn't walk by and let me see your expression changing quickly from hostility and perplexity into that almost-smile, to me, a stunningly brilliant smile. question here is I don't know why.