Last night, I wrote a song for you. I kept on writing and writing, I didn't know when or how to stop, so I continued on writing. I decided to head to bed when I realised I already filled 3 pages with my ugly handwriting. The words that I wrote on those pieces of paper, were only meant for you and no one else.

My mum told me she "saw the first few lines" while she was cleaning my desk in the morning when I was asleep and she asked if there was anything she had to be concerned about. I told her if she actually "saw" it means she already "read" it and we had a very short arguement about it. I didn't want things to get any worse than it already is.

Firstly, I felt really angry because she invaded my privacy. Not the cleaning the desk part, but more of the reading my things, especially hand-written things that are 3 pages long. Secondly, I was saddened. Somehow, thoughts of those pages were off my mind at thet moment but my mum had to remind me about it and I instantly became distraught.

Oh well.

Chao.