another quarrel. another night gone. and ya. tonight is suppose to be our long hours of chatting night. i doubt so.

you think that when i'm quiet, it means that i'm busy. but i'm not. i just dunno wad to say.

you expect me to talk and talk but frankly speaking, i'm fucking tired and stressed out. i dun have the privilege to fall asleep at this point of time.

and ya. i've got many books to scan. you say as if it's so easy to buy them. but it's just for research. am i suppose to give the whole 4 book series to my lecturer. you werent even concern about me. and that's the attitude that i receive from you.

i doubt you understand me sometimes.

and at this point of time. i hate you.