It’s 1:07am and I’m in bed, restless from worry, and an inexplicable sadness. School always makes me worry. All this confusion and complicated feelings, I haven’t had them for a while. Welcome back. There’s also the helpless feeling of feeling so alone, that there’s no one you can tell, absolutely no one. How is it that words, my blogs, all these inanimate objects are the only ones present when I need someone to turn to? And why is it that I’m writing in here for everyone else to see when it’s obvious no one really cares?
I’m sorry, I’m being irrelevant right now.
michelle teoh 
Hey! Chin up! It’ll pass. Sometimes it also helps for us to learn to reach out… we might pick up a few gems from the process.
We readers always listen=)
I honestly don’t know what happened that night, I just couldn’t sleep and couldn’t stop raving. Thank you guys so much. ❤