Don't let me go.It feels so foreign when i look back at those posts i typed last time. It's more of the mixed feelings and i wondered if i really enjoyed the present, or the past. It seemed like my senior years are packed with all the school work and results. I had always complained that time is not enough for me. Though these 2 years been real hectic for me, I realised that i had really put my time into good use; doing better things with friends or work. Time is like magic.
Now, things are different. Prince charming's kiss does not work on Snow White anymore and she will never see light again. It just feels like someone had stabbed right into your heart and blood is flowing out profusely. As much as you are desperate to stop that red irony-taste fluid from leaving your body, it just refuses to listens. Endlessly, this is how killing it can be.