20/1/07

// feeling ::
// prayer for ::

Can I write out what I really want to say.


Everyday I go online and I scan the ppl who are online. As if looking for someone. But I can tell you one thing. That person will never be online. He may be in another form, but I will never see him online.

All the time I force myself to understand what she says. Most of the time I get it. Even when I dun get it I respect her tt much to pretend I do.

My mom say one sentence. She said a few dozen. Things I felt only my mom or dad can say.

Why would she meet my boss...why would she request that..no way. She's not my mom. No way I'll let her meet them. Why should I, anyway. My mom trusts Mr Chris. She doesnt because she never met him before.

I know who cares for me and who's out to harm me.

I'm not growing up too fast. I got eyes to see and ears to hear. My mom knows me to be responsible. And I spend more time with her than with my mom. So how come my mom understands but she doesnt?

I'm going off. I still have work tmr morning. Or rather, later on. Bye.