Sometimes people come into our lives just for a short period of time, but still leave us with such deep scars. So deep that even though part of us do wish to have that person remain around, there’s no way we can, not without keeping the memories that will hurt us. It takes a lot of courage to let someone completely go, and to move on in our own path. But when we do, it’s actually freeing ourselves from the shadow that has been imprisoning our souls too…

The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go

how can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he’d come back and bang on it proclaiming, “I want to be here with you. Always.” Soon I’m going to have to shutit. For my safety and my sanity. Let go. I don’t want to. Won’t letting go be just that – letting go? Giving up? Admitting failure? Admitting that it is really, truly over?









there are times I wished I had more control over my time and life.. it sucks balls not knowing where will I be in the following month, made it so hard to plan simple stuff like attending friends’ weddings/birthdays. so hard to even want to start picking up a new language because i am not sure whether i will be in the attend classes. when everybody is out and enjoying their weekends i will be working, than i get weekdays off when no one is free, and i will end up being alone at home, doing nothing. this is crap. i want my weekends, i want my public holidays and i want a normal life.

i am extremely frustrated and the itch is not helping at all.