i think i'll pace my apartment a few times / and fall asleep on the couch / and wake up early, to black and white re-runs / that escape from my mouth
i have this sick feeling from the pit of my stomach. the cramps are not helping either. i don't feel like doing any orders. ha. i forgot how it's like to be sick.
"follow me, i'm going to visit your dad's grave, we're using bik wiwik's car." my mom beckoned my still half asleep sister.
14 years. i thought. 14 years since he died. i can't even remember the last time i visited his grave. and even when mom plans to it's always during school days. that or she forgets to bring me along. i brushed off the thought and left for school. the days i last visited him couldnt be any vivid.
