when one lived too long, one finds herself being a burden.

when one realised that she had too short to live, she yearns for more time.

well, its true that time's never enough.

i believed that time's isn't that short after all, i guess there's more time to spare. yet, at some other moment, i think time's really running short yet i don't know what to do or what else can i do...

sometimes i felt like i'm a rebellious kid who is beginning to detest heading home. somehow, i think i'm behaving like some kitten who's easily scared. i didn't want to think of more, i don't want to see what i fear most.

when will D-day comes?

please, when you're coming, drop me a note so i can prepare for your arrival.