16 apr. 2011


Fruits basket chapter 122
They love each other but he can't
because of who he is
he can't, because she'll be hurt
even though he loves her and she loves him
Telling her that her love was but an illusion was hard to him
but he had no choice
he felt he had no choice
and then she fell from that cliff
he knows he should've known better
Should've known he could have his chance be taken away from him
I always, no matter how many times I reread this,
find myself crying
I'm weird like that ^^'

15 apr. 2011


I love my parents,
I really do.
But sometimes they can be so ... stressful.
Why this message, you say?

Today I was alone at home, minding my own business,
when my mom calls.
'Did you put your little brother in bed?' she asks.
'Huh? Isn't he with you?' I remember them taking him with them.
'Oh really? Ok. We'll soon be home.' Click. Hanged up.

What the heck!? What did they mean by that?! He isn't with them?!! Am I wrong?
I started searching him around the house and when I found he was of course not with me, I calmed down and went back to computering.
Well I was still a little tense because if he wasn't with my parents, where could he be?

Ten minutes later they were back with my brother. I broke down in tears, glad that he was alright and my mom went to comfort me.
She didn't think it would affect me this much.
Apparently at the time of the phonecall he was way back in the car and my mom forgot he was there and because he usually stays with me, she went into auto-modus and called me asking me if I put him to sleep.

Seriously, parents are a drag most of the time.


When I was reading chapter 91 from Fruits Basket (a manga by Takaya Natsuki)
I just got a fuzzy feeling inside of me.
The chapter is about the background of the protagonist's parents, how they met and how he proposed to the mother.
While I was reading it, I just hoped that someone
soon would love me like that too.

11 apr. 2011

Watashi no kokoro

I always feel like nobody really knows me.
Nobody really cares.
If I dissappeared,
the world would go on,
but that's just reality.

I'm afraid I'm not needed,
nobody notices me.
I want to yell to everybody to look at me,
to see 'me',
but I'm afraid I'll just be ignored,
like always.

When will the person I was born for, come to me?