This time, let her bring me back to happiness
It's amazing how everyone just got your back when you are down and out. R*ichard and C*hristine were there to BBM me while I took the train back - trying very hard to suppress the very strong urge to cry. K*ang Xun was there to MSN me while I was on my way home too.
Don't ask me why I even feel like crying. I swear I could cry even if it's just the pen running out of ink.
Probably really hit my f*^king rock bottom.
Anywayz, I like how everyone is telling me this is not the me they know, she's cocooned beneath all these negative emotions.
AND SHE IS DYING TO GET OUT.
It's good to know there're people out there reminding you, who you were, and have always been. Enough I guess - of this venomnous presence running through my veins, bones and mind.
"Bring the sunshine in you back, this is not you. Not at all." I must have exhibited some sort of undying optimism and strength back then.
This time, I'll let her bring me back to happiness, where I was and will always be.
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