erm. hello.



And everything you do.
Converting to S4 really reduced my tendency to blog from a teeny weeny bit to almost nothing (almost because as you can see here I am now, if this isn't another one of those drafts I give up on halfway...) because my fingers too fat cannot type properly hahahah.
This 4 years in cedar has been a blur, just yesterday uncomfortably fiddling with my hair in the corner to right now still uncomfortably fiddling with my hair maybe a little off the sidelines. So maybe nothing much has changed.. but it has, in fact, it has. I've been thrown into highs even drugs cannot match; heart sinking lows and shown emptiness at its best - the kind of nothing you cannot describe. Though it so happens that if it doesn't shape you, it probably brings you right back where you started. Or course there are the memories too good times bad times - new ones everyday! Things you struggle to remember and things you long to forget. Funny how they're the same things, at times. But there is no in between: if you'd wanted your scars to heal properly you wouldn't keep picking at them. But strange things, people are. Strange. The company counts though, I've met some people who've made the journey worth the while. Words fail where feelings wander.. I know I don't very often tell you all how glad I am to have met yall but when I say it (even when I don't) please believe I mean it as much as I possibly can. And if, just if of course, we so happen to lose touch one day over some tiny ass lame thing, please talk to me first because my pride is usually in the way of going where my heart will follow. Also I'm terrified of rejection you know me. Okaaaay it's getting gross hahahaha
Wish I'd studied last june holiday I wouldn't be panicking and being a failing mugger now I really cannot mug (maybe rob people I can but study no)
Happy birthday daddy (you were born to be a father) cos happy fathers' day too!!! ♡
