met a stranger. took a cigg from me.

wanted to make friend. riding a bicycle.

wear specs.

i was there trembling. lucky shean say want go mac.

i was there like imagine alot of things.

maybe he's a flasher.

maybe he would just grab our wallets and run.

maybe he's some psycho freak.

oh, and i think he's been listening our conversation all the while.

he roughly know what we were talking about.

&

i burn my knee with my cigg again!

the third scar. i was like whining! 2 some more. wtf.

can someone teach me how to love myself more.

everything i do now, very slow.

i can even spill the chilli sauce when i was eating dumpling.

drop my wallet on the way out of bus.

forget to take jacket.

forget to charge my hp batt.

i think i might as well forget who am i.

ARGH.

ok, im off to town.