i enjoy being in my office. i enjoy watching airplanes fly by; thinking - where are those ppl heading to? honeymoon? destination of their lifetime? family holidays? going elsewhere to send their grievances? are they sad? exhilirated? anxious?
i didnt know how much pain you felt until these past few days. sometimes i just wanna staple my ears to filter some words spoken. and that other you, what in the world have got into you for these past couple of years? what is it exactly would you like to accomplish in life? why aren't you like what you were last time? it kills me to see her sad. and the only few things that has been keeping her accompany is that big black box, my hamsters and the kitchen.
this is part of the reason why i enjoy being in the office so much. sometimes, staying up so late just to get away and i wish i didnt care but i do but you, you just wouldn't listen and refuse to take advices! this is the reason why i would rather much be a workaholic so i dont have to face whatever things i faced before. or so i thought. my social life is depleting but i dont care. my hair is jet black i dont care. i aint that funky elya who was always seen at every scenes anymore i just dont fucking care!!! i just want the both of you to be the best team like you were last time. the portraits taken are so deceiving. i want to kill all those strangers and idiots and imbecile kaninas who somehow managed to brainwash you and turned you into this monster right now. gosh i cant believe i fucking described you as that but yes, for now that is what you are.
