Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Why? This is Qingyi's favourite question. Recently, it became a question I often ask myself. Yet, unlike Qingyi, I always failed to get an answer.
Questions and thoughts raced. Pretty boys couldn't outrun them. No dramas could fill the void. Wonders what happened.
I think this has something to do with my fever. It's getting from bad to worse. People, if I die, please remember that I loved you alright? Even if you didn't love me back.
