Day Hundred and Ninety Four, Ninety Five AND Ninety Six

Hope is watering the plant and
I watch and wish that it'll grow.
When will I find out that the
seed is already dead in the soil?
I pull on that connection that is a
bridge across distance and time.
When will I find the other end
is only attached to the thin air?
You're standing there, I know,
with your arms wide open for me.
When will I realise that you're
only an illusion of my memories?

Day Hundred and Ninety Three

My back hurts. On the bright side, I think I may be getting somewhere with my study...

Day Hundred and Ninety Two

How on earth do I convey in my CV and cover letter that I'm not a FOB?! (apart from having impeccable grammar and spelling?)

Day Hundred and Ninety One

The bliss of exam induced panic.
asdfghjkl.
I am about to become one giant
pustle.
Ticking time bomb 'cause no one
knows when I'm gonna pop.

Day Hundred and Ninety

I feel that treatment has improved... possibly due to the conversation we had two weeks ago where I essentially told him that he wasn't the nicest person to me.
Doesn't matter. I get a cat. Pity I have to share it.

Day Hundred and Eighty Eight and Hundred and Eighty Nine

My fear was for nothing. Again, it was a nice conversation that lasted for more than three hours and this time, most of it was actual talking as opposed to listening and then commenting about the Backstreet Boys.
And yes, I believe I will be seeing him again.
But the biggest thing is always the goodnight. And the 'sleep well'. Which is mine, and mine alone.

Day Hundred and Eighty Seven

I gave you my heart to hold,
feel it beat and jump around.
Blood red and delicate strands;
you have my heartstrings now,
and like your puppet I dance.

Oh, oh, feel my heartbeat,
when you're holding me.
I gave you my heart to hold,
just don't let me down,
don't let me down.

The power is in your hands,
but please, don't hurt me.
Just a snowflake in your palm;
melt my heart in a breath,
watch my will evaporate.

Oh, oh, feel my heartbeat,
when you're holding me.
I gave you my heart to hold,
just don't let me down,
don't let me down.

Was I a fool to trust you,
mister serial heart collector?
With each beat, I slowly fade;
the blood which I gave you
runs now through your veins.

I wish I had paused to think
before giving it all to you.
It's too late,
too late to reconsider.
So

Oh, oh, feel my heartbeat,
when you're holding me.
I gave you my heart to hold,
just don't let me down.
Oh, please,
oh, oh.
Just don't let me down.