I Can Only Write...

Again.

This weird feeling has been bugging me out. And everytime this happens, I want to write. I miss blogging. I mean, I am not doing my task due tomorrow just to write something on how I feel right now. Okay that's a joke. I'll do this quick, anyway. Enough of the past now. This is about last night. When I had realized, yes -- finally, it's over. It's been really fast and that's not me. I am the type who does not know how to get over with something that disappoints me, or saddens me, or, all right, something that breaks me, or my heart perhaps. I am now experiencing a fast shift of feeling. Is it too late if I let you know about this? We only got 2 months or so. And I want to spend that little time with you, as much as I could possibly do. But, you know me as a joke. And that deplores me more than any forms of world's frustrations. Am I really funny? Do I look like a clown to you? I wish I could change the way you've been treating me. Perhaps I am not yet ready to do that, or it might be a fear of seeing myself being turned down. Either way is a lame reason.

You see, I cannot even organize my thoughts. That's why I am posting this here. You are not reading this blog, are you? But, by any chance, just in case you feel that someone is writing a blogpost for you, and you are able to sense whenever someone is thinking of you, I hope this gives you a hint of what I really feel for you. I'm SERIOUS, and NOT JOKING this time. So, I wish you give me a chance.

Would you?