its time, to move on.

i realise now. why i never want to listen to their rantings abt the 'good times', look at the many many pictures taken, the stories, the jokes made there and anything associated with it. the answer is simple, it still hurt. and alot.

unconciously, i was avoiding all that because i didnt want to feel the pain again. to face it. and now, confronting it was just as painful as during the days, weeks, months that it unfolds. although its been quite sometime.

i thought i was stronger though. well, let go and move on girl. its over.



writitng a book sounds great.



i feel horrigible. CHOCOLATESSSSSSSSS WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!



ohoh! happy 19th birthday shereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! haha. :)



chiao.