friar's lantern/foxfire

A phosphorescent light seen over marshy ground at night, caused by spontaneous combustion of gases emitted by decomposing organic matter, especially for luminescence produced by fungi.

It's a bright day today, though I didn't feel it.

Life is heading without him, and I have to continue.

In a week, I have one literature critic on Jane Eyre in English and one research paper on organizations. It's going to be hell.

Christmas is coming, but I don't feel the mood to celebrite.

I have to repeat to myself: Not mine. Not mine. He will never be mine...

Little chance there is that I could meet him again, so it might be better to throw everything of him away.

However, it's so hard.

friar's lantern/foxfire

A phosphorescent light seen over marshy ground at night, caused by spontaneous combustion of gases emitted by decomposing organic matter, especially for luminescence produced by fungi.

It's a bright day today, though I didn't feel it.

Life is heading without him, and I have to continue.

In a week, I have one literature critic on Jane Eyre in English and one research paper on organizations. It's going to be hell.

Christmas is coming, but I don't feel the mood to celebrite.

I have to repeat to myself: Not mine. Not mine. He will never be mine...

Little chance there is that I could meet him again, so it might be better to throw everything of him away.

However, it's so hard.

I miss him

I think I have a crush on the boy, though I don't really know him.

However, before I could do anything, he just slid away.

I had got the contact, but I don't have the courage.

I miss him! I do.

I don't know what I'm looking forward for.

Maybe just a message

But, obviously, he is reluctant to do so.

Or he may have forget there was a me had been in his life once.

So everything I could do is just burying everything away,

though I have to admit I'm really not good at it...