Happiness depends on the quality of your thoughts and how you arrange it.

Sigh.... i desperately need to absorb the truth of this statement.
Hiding in the school library now, trying so hard to study. My mind just keeps getting distracted though. Why doesn't he ever call? Why am i fighting so hard to curb the urge to hear his voice, when he just seems to do it so effortlessly? I try so hard to not bother, to set myself into SafeMode. It's so difficult.
Ironically.. i think God's playing a joke on me. I'm suddenly so surrounded by guys - new ones, old friends. But my life just seems to get colder. I want to cry out so many times. But there are no more tears left.