1st December 2014

Today, we went for skiing. The temperature here is now running in negative.

And I am not feeling well, I fainted 3 times in a row this week.

I guess this is time.

I will die, won't I?

Don't worry about me, hope you are doing fine. I am really happy to see your smiling face with a girl in your soc-med account.

I will never ask you to love me back and to be on the same page with me.

Even if it sounds too cheesy, I am just happy if you are happy.

You are the Sun, I am Icarus. If I will try to reach you, I will lose my wings. Just a fool who might be too small to even approach you. A fool who might die if they approach you.

I wonder sometimes, why are you so unattainable? How can someone be so far from reach?

Here's what I read today while going through my English book.

Past is deep. It is, in fact.

By the way, I have got A in my Literature project.

Love,
N.