October 29th, 2006
the sound
The sound of the footsteps is nothing. It's the anticipation that kills. Not knowing whether it's just passerby or people coming in unsettles me. A part of me craves solitude while another is extremely afraid of loneliness.
October 30th, 2006 at 0:19 am
I live alone. Its wonderful and painful all at the same time.
I love my home, but spend little time here because I get lonely quickly if I'm not busy working on something.
November 1st, 2006 at 0:40 am
我以前也很害怕一個人在家，聽到一點聲音就疑神疑鬼