Making a difference.

Current Location: Home, Room.
Current Music: I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance.

Hmm, my mind has been working recently. Back to those times when I would think a lot, I mean. But it's not about my personal stuffs. It's about some other people's stuff actually, which linked to a bigger picture in my mind.

Well, what is love actually? Is it something you'll feel happy when you had it in possession? Even if it belonged to someone else's? Would you snatching it over makes you feel happy? Blissful? When you know someone else's grieving over it?

Not me definitely. I won't build my happiness on account of someone else's grieveness. I would definitely have this matter work out beautifully if I can.

But not this person I know. He... Alright. He did things on purpose aiights. On his own accord, the girl wasn't even interested in him in the first place. He knew that she's taken, and what about it? I guess the so-what-if-she's-taken-they-can-always-break rule apply to him definitely.

I thought he was someone different. I thought the first impression I had of him was wrong. And I tried to uncover some of his plus points to prove to myself that he wasn't that bad of a person. It worked most of the times, 'cause first impression although counts, may be altered as time goes by. Of course, I did find some plus points this person has.

However... It didn't last me long enough to see it through that he is a good person actually. Maybe because he wasn't even one in the first place. A good person, I mean.

Thus this incident taught me one thing: Believe in the first impression a person has left on you. It may be altered as time goes by through contacts and all. But don't bother finding plus points about the person for it won't last if he or she wasn't even such a person in the first place.

Toodles.

She wished to go up the ferris wheel @ 6.32.pm.