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Sunday, January 10
1:51 AM
i still have that one letter i've yet to write. that one letter that should be containing many thoughts of mine that i couldn't convey. that one letter that should be asking questions i couldn't ask. that one letter that should be flowing with my feelings. that one letter that should be written, but isn't. and now when i come to think of it, what do i want written in the letter? i've been going on and on and on, and now i can't pen into words what i've been saving up to ask. not to say it doesn't matter anymore, although emotionally diluted, but logically still focused. i just can't seem to remember! D: from one point of view this might be a good calling, that things are getting diluted as time goes by, that my feelings are slowly calmed. then again, when i turn back and look at my demise, and saw what the screwed-up-me could not do, there's the urge to complete the task i set out to accomplish, although with different objectives now. logically speaking. im not too sure if it isn't my brain forcefully deleting bad files from my memory, but i wished i had them now cos i need to remember what i wanted to ask. impatient me thinks that snail mail is somewhat i tad too slow. gives the recepient too much time to think thus allowing them to create a perfect reply which may not entirely reflect their thoughts at the moment. this is why i hate snail mail. and it takes wayyyy too long for the snail to come back with a mail. Waihong, out.
, au revoir.
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