I'm so afraid. I don't know what I'm worried about. I just feel upset.

I hope I can always be in the age of no regret. Living for the day, worries are far away. Walks in the dream, laughs in the rain.

It's too easy to forget. It's too easy to give up.

It's too easy to lose.

Dreams are in the palm of my hand, but still I'm not sure if I can hold them tight. Will my dreams roll around like water? Will I remember?

Should I care for what's happening? Did I ask for too much?

The blustery afternoon, the sunny avenue, and my "somebody", where, where are you all?

Teddy bear is sitting on my desk. Can I have the innocent eyes like him? Can I just leave it all to sit here dreaming?

Songs are playing loudly. "Better Later Than Forever". What does it mean? I don't know if I'm late. I don't know if I've got my forever.

What am I losing? What am I waiting?

School days are coming. I hate to go back. I hate but I must stay in the narrow limit. I hate to study just from the texts. I hate to admit who you are just from the tests. That's not what I'm living for. I'm forced to do all these stupid things.

The physics class in this afternoon was so boring.

But after having it, when I was on the bus, sun shone through the window, everything was so nice. When I thought of him, the smile just came up my face quietly, spontaneously.

He's another boy. Not just a daydream. ^_^

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I'm a bit confused about love these 2 days...

I just expect his appearance...

That day we talked for long. I've know more about Little Tomorrow. I liked him more. He likes Good Charlotte and Linkin Park just because they're real. They sing the reality. He said Hoobastank sang too much about beautiful signs. I said I loved this kinda things. I'm too easy to be addicted. The world in my imagination is too simple.

He said that was a nice thing. He had been complicated.

He said, god only sits around, and does nothing.

But anyway, I believe in simple things. Ordinary days remind me of a line from unchained melody. More and more people give up what they used to believe in. I'll hold on, as long as I still love my life.

What I believe in, What I dream of, can change my attitude of the world.

His birthday is coming. We'll meet again and I'll give him a gift with my blessings.

Why? When I see him I'm delightful.

Why? When I can't see him I'm disappointed.

Why why why?

We met because of punk. I love punk!

I miss him~~~Why doesn't he come??