like what i told M
i got no fucking BALLS
and i care for my this freaking sake of FACE
i have no BALLS for another setback AGAIN
CHENG will be reading this i know
FYI, am not writing this for him to do anything
well, am just being myself
i speaks whatever in my mind
tons of things that am soo freaking uncertain
I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY UNCERTAIN THAT AM NOT AWARE OF
I DON'T KNOW HOW'S LIFE OVER THERE
I DON'T KNOW WILL IT STILL BE THE SAME IF HE IS HERE 24/7
I DON'T KNOW WILL I STILL FEEL THE EXCITEMENT OF HIM RETURNING
I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE TO THINK SO MUCH
I DON'T KNOW HOW HE MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT WHEN SHITS HAPPEN-ED
I DON'T KNOW WILL ALL THE PAST ME ARE WITH ME STILL, WITHOUT MY KNOWING
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE LIKE ME IN FRONT OF HIM
I DON'T KNOW WHY WE DID NOT EVEN COMMUNICATE PROPERLY
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TALK TO HIM
I DON'T KNOW WHY HE CAN MAKE ME THINK AND THINK AND THINK
I DON'T KNOW IF HE FEELS THE SAME WAY
just too much things that i don't know
that make me feel like shit
am fine at this point
really
rather than having a answer for the sake of answering
few more years
just few more years later
when we are done with studies
i just hope things goes according to plan