I had someone special in my life before, and he was the only one. Time passed so quickly, and 4 years has gone by today without me even noticing. He was my best friend, my everything, and that person, is my Grandad. ( :
..He stole my food that he bought for me
..He taught me how to draw a stick figured chicken
..He and my grandma made me have the fear for spiders
..He taught me how to fish from the drain outside my house
..He stole my food that he bought for me
..He taught me how to draw a stick figured chicken
..He and my grandma made me have the fear for spiders
..He taught me how to fish from the drain outside my house
..He taught me how to make a sound thru blowin my 2 closed hands
..He was my company when I was alone
..He lent me his ears when I complained or had no one to turn to
..He lent me his shoulder when I cried
..He was my company when I was alone
..He lent me his ears when I complained or had no one to turn to
..He lent me his shoulder when I cried
..He held out his hands to pick me up when I fall from my crappy bicycle
..He wiped out the sadness off me when I couldn't even smile
..He gave me everything, and the happiness that no one could've given me
I miss him so much.
I can stare at his picture and think about him for hours and start laughing and crying at the same time. I can talk about him for days without any pause. I stopped so many things that I used to do after he left. Drawing, looking at the moon and the stars till late night, eating peanuts(HAHAHAH) and lots more.
Sometimes I wonder, why did he leave me all alone so early. He promised that he'll be there for my graduation. ( : I had no one after he left. But I guess it's just his time. To end the endless suffering he had before. The sight of him in pain for so long hurts me so much.
I just want another day with him. To tell him about me. To tell him how much I miss him. That I want him back. That I need him.

I've been wanting to blog about so many things all the time. It gets really frustrating when I end up staring at the blank screen for hours. Sometimes, I'd finish 1 paragraph, knowing what to write and all. THEN, I'd delete the whole thing. Why? Coz after that one paragraph, I wouldn't know how to continue. Lots of deep thoughts in my mind about lots of different matters, waiting for me to type it out on the screen. But most being emo and filled with curiousity. I'd pull back the desire to blog about it because if I do, my blog would be as gloomy as before. Sigh..