If you see me walking down the street, and I start to cry...

Again and again, I questioned myself, is this really going somewhere ? Is there any future in this ? Is it still the same thing ? Do I really want this ? Does she really want this ? That's the big question, isn't it ? And I don't know the answer. That's the scary part. And sometimes, (well, most of the times) I imagine that the answer is no.

I doubted myself from time to time, it keeps me alive.

On a sad note, I lost a book. It's called "Bagombo Snuff Box" by Kurt Vonnegut. I don't know when, where and how it got lost. It just suddenly disappeared from my book rack. Sad.

On a happy note, my cousin is coming this sunday. So there is my stocks of snacks and an excuse to go out. I need that.

Walk on by...