Good things come to an end

Bad things come to an end

Everything comes to an end

Since we've reached the end, wat's left?

Sometimes, we just try so hard. So much so that it doesn't even matter. Just like Linkin Park's "In the End"...

Should I cancel or go for it? If I go, wat does it mean?

I shouldn't tink so much. Too much time has been waste on thinking. Probably tt explains why I'm so blank out these few days.

I need to go jogging. Join me? Swimming oso can. Badminton oso not too bad. But shopping would be the best of all!

Ok, my thots are all jumbled up. I can't blog in paragraph today. It's just so scattered. Everywhere.