He always brings me things. They think that's why I like him. Sometimes, we don't talk for a long time. And they ask me if we've fought or something. Sometimes na, we talk everyday. I never give him anything, because I like it that way. I like getting things, and finally there being some person who I don't have to give anything to. I'm sick of giving, and still everyone figures I'm the most selfish of the lot. I'm not. I'm just moody. And I keep shifting equations. That's why I like him. Because he brings me things. If he goes, then there'll be no one na. So he won't go, I know. He takes responsibilities seriously I think. He agonises over them. Sweet, hmm? Sometimes I think I'd be lost without him. But of course not. I'll only be giftless.

Currently listening to Shiny Happy People by REM. Shiny Happy People holding hands...