my street life

didn't see you for a week, looking forward to see you again... but you don't have the anticipation like i do... at least could say hi to me, your housemate...? the new place feels so strange... too big i guess...? till we can't even sit down and talk... : )

i just want you to accompany me to have my hair cut... maybe i asked too much... i can't decide, i dunno what i want... what to wear, should i cut my hair, which way should i take to go home, can i have orange juice for dinner...? i want you to make the decision for me... but you are not there to decide for me again...

sunday, i cut my finger while making lunch for my grandpa... no one at home, everyone went back hometown... i wanted to cry, i wanted to call you... then the pain told me that you are there anymore... i was the last person you would ever thought of...

i smiled...