09.10.10

There're many things inside me, that I couldn't say, that I couldn't let it all out, I'm tired really tired. Sometimes I'm really tired of my life, seriously. And sometimes I feel that my life was written, there's nothing I can do much. I just hope my bottle is big and deep enough to contain what ever it is to be contained. I wondered did I change more or the people around me change more, I couldn't understand them so easily like before. It was difficult, feeling so uneasy, uncomfortable. Maybe I've not grow up yet. And today I met my dad's bestfriend, he reminded me of dad. All memories just flashes back, he's the person that I wanted to see most... ..