counting on ..

up to now, im still thinking what is there left to count? days? time? its just a shit part of your life where it would tear down the whole side of a wonderful life of yours you thought you were having.
my fear is actually the journey of my life. where ? with who? yes i love surprises, but when it comes down to this.. i would rather know what's gonna happen..
i need signs! i hate this so much..when its time, it is time. guess i have to accept that.

i know when to go away and trust me i know when to come closer.

and so last night, drunk! but im glad i was with him.


geez.. time flies. sigh.