it must be love...

You know, i never realised that this place gets readership. [thinks aloud] maybe if there was some noise to indicate some activity. *hint* *hint*
no but seriously, i guess this works as an emotional vent.
In hindsight, things look a lot better. The worst came and went, the people have been kind. Mostly. It was a tough lesson to learn, but the best medicine is bitter (yeah, the kind mum boils for the whole day and looks thick and black and smells like bile... you know what i'm talking about)
I guess i have to say that now it seems petty. But at the time, i wasn't in the right frame of mind. It really was a blow 'cos stuff was just feeling bad. And i guess, like many things, timing's never perfect.

When will you know when the timing's perfect? Emotions are fragile - we hope the timing's always perfect. But, like i said, timing's never perfect.Salvador Dali's The Persistence of Memory

The man is a genius.