Nothing is changed and nothing is better, but I'm getting over it.

"...the beat will steal you."

-Hanh

You're right. You were completely right. I have to be the martyr. I have to be the victim. And what's worse, I have to make sure that YOU know I am.

And you. You were right too, telling me that there's no pure good deed. Because I am proof of that. This is all proof of that ( Read more... )

My mood lately can be characterized with a shrug and a smile.

There's nothing left for me to say anymore.

-Hanh

Fucking stop. All of you. Please. This is hard enough, okay? That I am torn between everyone I love, because you don't love each other, is hard enough.

God, just give me some fucking time to sort things out.

-Hanh

I'm trying, okay? I'm trying. Know that I am trying. But once again, I've overestimated my abilities to keep everything under control. Don't ask me to leave you. Don't ask me to choose between you. That's not what this is about and that's not going to solve anything ( Read more... )

I want to go, do you want to go? Can we go, can we go? Let's go. Please. Let me go.

-Hanh

Books are too expensive.

-Hanh

When we laugh indoors ( Read more... )

\CreepingThyme13 (4:15:59 PM): I thought you were going to be sick. I had never seen such blatant Salsa consumption before.
CreepingThyme13 (4:16:53 PM): I'm used to the modest chip-dippers but you ate it. With no modesty whatsoever.
hanh smells (4:17:20 PM): No modesty is necessary between Salsa and me.
CreepingThyme13 (4:17:28 PM): Apparently not

This Spring Break, I will learn to juggle. Mark my words. I will learn to juggle and you will be amazed.

-Hanh