I had a wonderful night.

I am still in love with you.

I love my extraordinary cactus.

People do matter. I matter. We matter.

We mattered.

You still matter.

I like you so much better when you're naked.

u wanna know

i'll let u know

it sux

it sux so much i dunno my days and my nights

like why do u care, seriously?

i'm just a girl

there're so many girls out there

if u think u are too good for me then go

i am going to mean to toughen up

you're just kissing a fool

faster, be still, or rewind?

I know I'm in love. When I want to spend time with the person, not because i have spare time or I am bored or I happen to pass by. But I genuinely want his company, and it doesnt matter if it means sacrificing a little on other aspects of my life. Having him around is simply priceless.

i'm not letting go of those hands

help

my beloved flower. I miss you so much.

i've not said enough of sorries. i've not said enough of i love yous.

i dont want to be a farmer anymore

Day 2

Enough of crying, seriously. To sort things out I need a clear head. And crying not just worsen my appearance more than a packet of cigs, I'm actually feeling lethargic.

I dont need any more assurance. For the life of me, I am NOT gonna cry anymore.

Knots in stomach, checked.

Wrenching in the heart, checked.

Only this time, I gave away something too. And it hurt. Like real pain, not metally/phsychologically/emotionally pain. So that's how it feels like.

Time for a medical checkup.

I dont want to stop fighting. I still have this last crate of weapons that i can still use to fight on. It's hidden in the ground. I'm still able to use my bare hands and dig them out and just fight at anything that's coming in between me. I still have the strength I still have the weapons. So dont make me defeated. So please dont tell me I've lost the war. Because I can still continue fighting.

Day 1

What kinda blog starts with with such a title?

Well, mine apparently.

Picking up where I last stopped 1 year ago.

Just when things are starting to change, just when things began to look rosy.

Everything has to end.

Can someone give me some kind of explanation? If not, I've got several on my own.

Slowly but surely. That's how he would want me to heal. But then again this is not some kind of clear cut ending. Because, really, who would have wanted to start the new year on such a bad note?

So many things I have not done yet.