hundred-eighty third.

dear (k)you,

so i did make an entry earlier this evening. and this blog-thing-website doesn't want to cooperate. pity. it was one of those posts wherein i had a pinch of eloquence and it actually made sense. 

but like i said. pity. i totally forgot what i wrote, even if it was barely 3 hours ago. it was one of those posts, where i literally wrote my emotions (God knows i have a lot of those). 

i remember though, posting a photo with it. something like a cute colorful-artsy checklist of things to do with a special someone.

and i think i remember writing, "oh what i would give to do at least one of these things with you"

and i stand by what i wrote.

sigh. you are the death of me. seriously.

oh. i am reading a sorta-blog by a former school mate, it's sorta like this crap i'm doing, only difference is hers is based on real experiences, real people. and much much much better written than this sorry excuse of a blog.

but, if i may say so, the emotions involved in making these entries are real. that much i can say.