a familiar distant-ed friend.

ha. a naive me to actually believe that things have changed for the better. i wished you knew how deep the cut goes each time you do that - i'm not oblivious.

'I never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.' - Margaret Atwood

couldn't be said better.

frostbites.

frostbites. i've always wondered what it must feel like to have ur skin crack on the surface but then i realised that its perhaps more painful to keep that straight face when u're laced with lacerations all over - and guess what, its worst if no one knows. lols.