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one year has gone, passed, ended ;

somehow i think so many things have changed,

and so many things have just stayed constant.

whatever, i mean,

if you really like whatever you long for,

why'd you still hanging around here?

i for one, know about what you've been doing secretly.

hide, don't hide, i can figure out that intention of yours,

and i'm truly, truly sad.

and shut up, stop saying its because of me.

why didn't you just go with whatever you were gonna do,

and stop trying to be happy and make me happy, while doing secret things.

i'm sorry.

i thought i was happy.

i thought we were happy.

i guess, not?

happy birthday, to me.

its sad,

rather sad.