Okay, I'm officially in, gals. Next time you have a sleepover, call me. I'd love to tell you all the stories I've collected since I dunno when. Haha!

And we'd have so much fun gossiping... umm. What if it's gossiping without the speculation part? Is there a term for it? I duno.
But I guess should open it up to more gals with the same past.

But ytd was such a fun session...

Anyway, I sorta figured he doesn't read my blog. If he did he'd be... different, I guess. But it's gd in its own way. Yea, I'm not making sense here. I know.

But if people really wanted to understand me, I trust they'll ask me. And now, I know who cares. Yes, people bother to ask. Okay now?

Somehow I imagine myself to be leaning on the wall, looking up at the night sky. And yes, there's orion. Orion always reminds me of something that I cannot understand or grasp. It's like, staring at something that's there, but you can feel, see, or hear it. But it's there, it's waiting, and it's watching over me.

I'm always wondering if there's that special someone out there for me. If there isn't, that's just sad. But I'm sure there is. Of all the gazillions of people here, I bet there is one that is for me. And waiting, that's all we're doing.

I wonder... when I'm hurt, will he feel the pain as well? And when I suddenly feel the pain, is that when he's hurting? When he's crying? Nvm... People are probably going to laugh at me for this.

All but one.

Yea, he'll never hurt me. I can trust on that.

Somehow, I really wonder if the rape thing is actually true.