9:08 p.m., 2006-11-06
I don't get her. Joanna. Say something. Wasn't it her who told me to say something? Anything, like some sort of warning.
I don't know if her diary entry is about me. If it is, I have no idea what she's talking about.
I don't know if she knows. Is she knows that she's being careless now. Does she know what kind of thoughts are passing through my mind? What assumptions? If she does, it's just me.
But if she does, she is wreckless. And for that reason, I temporarily um... lets say hate is sort of an overstatement.
Watching mum's chinese shows. The detective episodes. Sad. Going to get some past chinese shows I remember and translate it into my story.
x-signed-x
o-me-o
=D