Suzaku Lace

and 25 is just another day.

terrible day yesterday, morning i had the same backache, i made phonecalls but i reached no one, i crammed a thesis that wasnt mine, and people calling our office was looking for weird names and concerns, then before i left this terrible person called for me to do something.

and this was all on 25. i was dreaming someone wouldve made me happy this special day, i expected.

then monsters from the past showed up on my computer screen. i just discovered one more creature i want to skin alive.

no cake, no flowers, no movie, no dinner, no effort, no nothing, no blog post about it.

and i counted the days to 25 as soon as a new month showed up.

now i wish 25 meant nothing and i wish it did not exist.