"You're my comfort, every day I pray

You are my comfort zone above the sky

Wanna wanna fly up and over

We're gonna fly, fly

Wanna fly with you in my arms,

Will you go with me?"

The music blast through the mini speaker on the desk. It was supposed to calm me down, giving me inspirations on what to write in the diary.

Yes, a diary.

"Hey, have you ever wondered, if the stars above, are actually really lonely, or are they really happy, with their lil friends?"

"Friends? Well. I do think they're a tiny little weeny lonely up there. They're even scattered apart from each other." 

"If you're the star, then I'll be a star too!"

I chuckled, "And why is that so?"

"So if you're lonely, then I'll be another star that will keep you accompany even if we are far apart."

Cute. "Promise you will?"

"I promise. Pinky promise."

But you lied.

Dear diary, 

I know I should be happy,

Because I have so much things to be happy for. 

But I'm just so tired. 

Perhaps,

Just perhaps,

I'll feel better again tomorrow. 

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