你又重新开始写剧本了； 你让我看了开头的6页； “怎么样？”； “我喜欢那个小女孩，我想知道她会怎么样？”； “再过几个星期吧！”； “为什么用这个题目？”； “你现在就想知道整个故事吗？”； 我笑笑； 原来真的和我一点关系都没有； 你起码可以骗我说你想写我； 就好像你会直接对我说：“我知道那天的表演很差劲，但至少你可以赞赞我- 你其实弹得不错”； 我有两秒钟的不知所措；我不知道原来你在意； “其他别的人都会赞你啊”； 我试着掩饰； “但我想听你说”； 我正想....； “现在你不必了”； 你知道你在我心目中永远是最最好的， 就算我不说你应该都可以感受到； 我爱你； 你是最好的！
my mind is awfully tired today; it was 22.36pm; phone rang; 7 minutes; u were away; without me; without telling me; i thought i were invited; i thought im about to be part of u; i thought im going to be important; all this i only thought; as usual; i was wrong; u go on living a life not with me; the questions u asked didn't even really matter; let alone the answer; some images reoccur in my mind over and over; yearning for a comforting voice; telling me what to do, letting me know what is right; instead im stepping in a trap deeper and deeper; still pondering should i let go; am i ready to let go; for the longest time; this decision has been floating in my mind; for the longest of time.
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