I repeatedly listened to Marie Mena's Just a Little Bit for more than an hour during my bus trip on my way home earlier this evening. Dunno why but this song really hits me... straight and badly.

Actually, I didn't notice much the song even though the volume of my mp3 player is loud enough for me to understand every word the singer says. My mind was somewhere else. Away from where I am. Away from the current scene where I sit comfortably by the window of the cold silent bus. My mind was not silent and not sitting still.

I was thinking of things. And I am thinking of him and this self-induced insanity. I don't know if I still need to hold on a little longer for something that I am not really sure of. I don't know if the decisions that I am choosing are the best for me. I don't if I'll wait or let go. I am in limbo and it doesn't make me feel that good... honestly.

Ding! I need to make up my mind.

And the song plays again.

"Perhaps if I was... Maybe I'd get there"