#107: I'll stand by you.
May 20, 2007

After sixteen years, one month and twenty-one days on Earth, I still don't understand one very thing. I don't understand why, when one feels for someone else, one has to tell him or her.

I don't understand why there is a need to ask. To "confess". To come clean.

Is it for fear of regretting when we don't have the chance to? Because we just want to gain their attention? Because we feel that we need someone to depend on? Because we just couldn't stand them not knowing? Or because we just want them?

And that's love? Of wanting someone? It shouldn't be like that, should it?

No, I feel like sleeping now. My eyelids are heavy. Goodnight, world.

12:48 a.m.

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