i realise it all started when i lost my notebook.
when i lost my life, my insanity, when my life start getting irrational and unorganized.
i need a schedule, to tell me when to stop, wat the do and when will things ends.
it is all gone.
jsut becuase some mysterious people took it, out of greed, curiosity and perversion.
i seriously think that if my notebook is still here with me, if it is never lost, i wont lost some much afterwards. i wont be doing things, that is so unscheduled, so ridiculous, so insane.
the moment i lost my notebook, i m a person with no history, no thot, no organisation, no rule, no rationality. and here i m, being screwed up, "so much for my happy ending".