The Lovesong Writer

words. deceptive aren't they? the darkest and most foul things that could ever be. helpful as it is, it can be dangerous when misused. i've misused my share of words too many times to count already. they can be misinterpreted, abused, reused and - oh look at the humour of this - it can be abusing copyrights too. haha, now that's a laugh. no one owns any words. they all belong to well, the person who invented the alphabet. mr alphabet perhaps? haha, that's a laugh. can anyone tell me what's wrong with me lately? *looks if anyone has raised hand* i just don't feel right all of a sudden, as if everything i'm doing is wrong. i think (well, at least my mom thinks) that it's due to my lack of sleep. psh. how absurd is that?! "your lack of sleep is affecting your immunity against minor illnesses sweetie, you should sleep more." qoute from mom. well, how am i supposed to sleep more if i've got so much work to do? for me and for you. haha. i know what you're gonna say. your exams' over. but my school isn't exactly over right? i just don't know anymore. why can't i not know? i'm not used to this strange feeling of not knowing.

``hoping against a bright wishing star

-su rin

5:35 pm;
Still waiting for you-