four hours.

it's just one of those days, where i sit in front of my trusty mr. fujitsu and scroll through blogs, one by one. reading stories of other people's lives. voyuerism. gah.

some just make you cry.

make you feel like you want to be them, want to take away all that pain, or share that happiness.

that's what i call a good blog.

why do the hours pass so fast when i'm with you?