I MUST HAVE WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF BED, ESPECIALLY WHEN I SEE THIS :










The best place to clear trains of thoughts. Just sitting there alone, watching the cars go by and filtering all the "Should I or shouldn't I?"

Thinking back and asking "What if..?" and "Would it have been...?"

I am getting better at controlling emotional thoughts. Maybe it's cold-heartedness or immune to emotional stuff, but I don't really get the down feeling these days.

Not since I walked past sugar, flour and butter in NTUC 2 weeks ago. Reminiscence of yester-year is something I have stopped doing, except on rainy nights.

Shawn's equation is right. Emo-->Depression-->Crying-->Suicide.

Oh well, time to put it all down.

I rather cared for you like how I used to, rather than someone who likes you so much and cannot be of any help. If time could turn back, this was a brave, honest but stupid mistake. What can I say when you've made a choice already?

The answer is : Nothing. It's your choice and your heart. Your feelings. Not mine.

With that, the final petal of the flower drops, allowing the tortured flower to finally expire. As seasons past, a new flower wil bloom and maybe then, will new petals blossom and truly have their share of love. Only when the old has expire, can the new survive. Acceptance, of a death is the only way we can move forward.

Carrying your name, close to me.
8:52 AM