Why do some people get mad at you for sleeping...
I don't understand..
I think I lost a friend...
I don't know what to do now...
I apologized a lot of times for sleeping...

Not again.
I think I like him.
But we're just friends.

उन्दै समनिफ्रायनो आंहा सासे मोजां गेलेगिरि जानायनि थांखि आरो मिजिँ दंमोन।
बे मिजिँ खानाय गोरबोनि दुमायनाय मोनसे जिरादआ आंखौ उसु-खुथु खालामबाय थायोमोन।
आं सम सम बेबादिनो गामिनि लोगोफोरजोँ बायदि रोखोमनि गेलेनाय आयदाखौनो गेलेयोमोन।
नाथाय आं जेरावबो रोँद्रायै नङा।
मोनफ्रोम गेलेनाय आयदाखौनो आं मोजांबो मोननो हायोमोन।
नाथाय थेवबो आं बांसिन मोजां मोन्नाय गेलेनाया केरेत् (सौनाय, जोनाय, बारनाय बायदि) मोन।
उन्दै समनिफ्रायनो आं बे रोखोम गेलेनायखौ टि. भि. सेनेमा (सावथुन) फोराव सम सम नायनो खाबु मोन्दोँमोन।
बे इसेल' खाबुआनो आंखौ आरोबाव बांसिन मोजां मोन्नो गोसोखौ होबावदोँमोन।
आंहा बारा बारा सासे मार्टियेल आर्टिस (Martial Artist) गेलेगिरि जानो गोसो थौहाबसिनदोँमोन।
बेबादिनो आं सानसेखालि आमटेकानि फुर्णिमा फोथाराव गेलेग्रा Wushu मुंनि गेलेनायाव गेलेजेन्नायसै।
आरो उनाव आं 2 अक्ट 2010 मायथाइनि नबेम्बर (2/11/2010) आव बेँटलाव थानाय Wushu Assiociation of Chirang आव गावनि माखासे लोगोमफोरजोँ मुं थिसन्नायसै।
नाथाय एसेबां गोसो थासेयावबो आं फुरायै बे गेलेनायखौ गेलेनो मोनाखिसै।
इं 2012 मायथाइआव गोजौ फरायसालिखौ उथ्रिनाय लोगो लोगो बङांइगामियाव लजिँ थानानै फरायनांनायाव नागारनो गोनां जाबाय।
लोगो लोगो आं सान्नायसै आंनि मोनसे मिजिँआनो बायबाय।
मानोना आं फरायनायखौबो खम खालामनो हाया।

How many is a few? According to an online forum, it means 2-3 .So here I go
Typhoon hits Taiwan today, so I can’t go anywhere but stay at home all day reading and watching movie (Wild Tales). I think should start reading Swann’s Way again. I was quite interested in Proust in my junior year, cause one time my ex said something I called ‘words of wisdom’ ,which echoed with Proust’s words about sleeping. Maybe they are completely unrelated, but while reading Proust I was unconsciously analyzing the reading in Proust’s way: comparing someone I know in real life with the characters in the book; or maybe I was just putting on airs by showing that I know the (far-fetched) relation between what ******* my ex said and Proust’s words… The wind is getting stronger and stronger now and I am wondering where you are. On this lame typhoon day I’m suffocated by the boredom and humidity. I call it poetic nothingness.

dear diary,

if i speak about the good **** in my life,

i'm "bragging" or i'm "cocky."

if i speak about the bad **** in my life,

i'm "depressing" & "negative."

sincerely,
i never know what to tell people about my life.

i
can
never
win.

i was pretty with a great personality.
i was understanding, patient & kind.
i was a freak in the bedroom.




... but it still wasn't enough for him.


— signed,
never good enough.

Scribbled some millions across the years
But this time I lay my pen carefully
Make the ink flow blissfully
Because its for you
A signature that holds a special responsibility
My first one as a parent on your school diary
One that will remain close to my heart dearly

Dear diary,
I miss myself.. the one who likes to smile and bring bright colors wherever she goes,
im not me anymore.
thats the sad thing for many  people they say they miss my big smile or my wonderful laugh.
i just nod and agree with them they say i still have it..the joy,hope the old me.
i know thats not true.
im not me.
im the one who became shattered,broken into bits because of them the ones who are suppose to love me,the ones who are suppose to bring and make memories with me.
the ones who are supposed to teach me how to trust,
the ones who are supposed to be trusted by me.

                 the ones who are suppose to be loved by me,    

the ones who have to be loved by me,
the ones who are loved by me but very little,
the ones who are suppose to help me when everything is falling apart!
i need them but, they're not here
i need them but they're not there.
for me.
it hurts to see them destroying each other..
including themselves..
they're bringing me with them,
im going down into the deep dark hole they call hell.
they're destroying me with them..
they don't even care!
how could they?
hello?
im alone now theyre dead.
help..
please someone..
they're not coming back .thats a lot like them to do that.
they're my parents,
family..
they matter to me,
i guess i dont matter to them..
i still love them though,
just like their innocent..
thats a lot like me to still love them.

'Tu me manques'.
I miss you.

Or literally
'You are missing to me'.
I like that.
I like that it seems
as if
this person is so necessary,
so important,
so absolutely integral to my life that
they are 'missing' from me.
Missing.
Like a limb or my skin or my thoughts,
things I can't live without.

'Tu me manques'.