Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Lying on the bed, staring forlornly at the ceiling. When can I have a place of my own ?
A place where I can call
HOME.
There isn't any simple pleasure in my life.
I wish there is some contentment
I can wallow in.
I really loathe those pests !
Everything inside that fugly house !
Sigh.
I feeling myself slipping away.
My fever is coming back again. Sux.