I dreamt of him the other day. As scary as i thought i would be, i was glad that it was him i was with. Then again, the end of the dream, it turns sour. Just like how it is now.

Anyways i stayed home alot these days. The only time i went out was when i keep my mum company. And thats it. Sigh. Its quite a sight i must say but atleast i'm keeping myself away from those horrible thoughts i want do.

Watch Tokyo Tower just now and i cried. Learning how to appreciate your mum only at the last mins. How wasted is that. Yet he wished that i'm dead. Thinking bout it now, who'll take care of here when i'm gone? Sigh.