I don't like being alone. I don't like being the last one.

I felt the solidification of fact of me being someone who would probably die if he is isolated away.

I think I went through the stage of understanding that being alone doesn't means being lonely. But there's this emptiness that I don't seem to figure out.

Ha Ha Ha.

And you don't care what they say.

La La La.

If there's emptiness, then there's a confined/defined space. Question, do I fill the space or move out of it?

A good friend once asked me to remember that I am Henry. Then I realised a foolish question: Who is Henry?

Things might get worse if I continue like that...

Gotta change, gotta WANT, gotta scream.

Get It?

It's about 3 weeks to my birthday. It's a scary day.

I was pampered for around 13 -14 years of my life by my family. 15th was nice with friends @ steamboat I think. So was 16th, blessed with awesome friends. 17th was like a whole new world to me. It kinda sucked, terribly. 18th was kinda sweet, I could put the world behind and know that it was just smiles and simple - remember to breathe. Haha!

I guess once bitten, twice shy. It feels like a day of negative connotations, seemingly to be drizzled with some positivity here and there.

Silly me: Would you remember?

iTunes: So run, run. Run~ (The Last Song I am Wasting on You)

Ahh well. Bowling shan't go on thinking.

Gotta change, gotta WANT, gotta scream.

Get It?

| henry` is listening to orange range... |