22-07
And nothing it was, and is. Little did i know when i wrote the previous entry that i would never see you again. What can I say? Love is a losing game, but perhaps it’s the only one worth playing.
It's strange and sad that i found this journal of mine. i didn't even know it still existed. but it does, floating in the vacuous cyberspace like an abandoned vessel.
I don’t know whether I should go on writing here.