it's summer and I wish it was raining, i think that I'm experiencing burn-out, I've accepted a lot of odd jobs - and i haven't had a good night's rest since ..uhh... i forgot, who knows when..
I just became the editor of our student publication - damn! it's a tough job, and i can't barely lift a muscle - let alone manage the hell hole i dub as the Press office...
as for friends, i've got plenty - an odd assortment of people, beautiful and weird, crazy and domesticated - i have grown to love...
but for romance, sadly, I'm still alone - not because of my looks, but sadly, because of my fickleness and my image... damn! why am i afraid of commitment and why do i have to reject the people who have gotten close as to express their feelings for me?
>>>** is this my curse for breaking a lot of hearts?
duh~ time will tell
-Riki (04*15*05)