17-9-2009

I had another good morning because Marc was here, again.

Someone made me cried and was really depressed yesterday. After I told Marc, he cheered me up. He talked seriously, I like it, I love him to be serious. What he said to me kind of made me feel being protected.

I love him more since today.

I realized, I don't know Marc at all. I never know what I should tell him and what I shouldn't. He doesn't tell me anything, is it because he thinks the same, or he doesn't want to talk to me? I won't figure it out.

I told my friend about it, he said, "Would it be possible that he feels really annoyed when you're talking to him, but he tells you sweet things?" We do the same sometimes. When I'm in a hurry, someone come and say hi to me, I'd be like "Oh shit", then tell that person "sorry I have to go". Of course I'd be sorry but the emotion is different. I don't see Marc's face or hear his voice. I don't know if he thinks it's annoying to talk to me, it doesn't show on the screen.

(Again, I wrote it on a paper and put it back the other day, so don't feel strange because of the date.)