scar

This entry was supposed to be last week, but I guess I was either too lazy or not 'emo' enough to blog. But, don't mistaken me, I am by no means 'emo' at the moment. Just that I feel that I should blog it down and since I have some time before I go for breakfast, so why not?

I didn't know how I was vulnerable until last week. Its amazing what just one word can do let alone a whole string of them. Its just a killer. The impact left me straggling to keep focus for the rest of the week, I was too preoccupied. All that I could turn to for distraction was games and sleep and when distractions took the side bench it just starts all over again.

All along I thought that it was just a wound, but I guess it was nothing less than a scar. A scar for life. A scar that whenever I see, I will be reminded of the regrets that are buried deep within. Regrets are just such tortures. Although I try to live without them, I just can't seem to escape the destiny of feeling regretful.

To top everything off with salt, Saturday was a killer. I was 'noobified' and ended eating Subway at home. The pain just gets amplified.

I realised that sometimes its not that people don't understand us, rather more of us not expressing ourselves more. People don't know psychic, even couples has to depend on their gut feeling.

Hope is coming. Maybe, just maybe, the scar might fade away.