everyone gets tired of picking up the pieces sometimes.

this place seems to have lost its familiarity and its function as a security blanklet for me. for the past weeks, its been puddles after puddles of marsh and mud, and blows after blows of stinging words. it is sad to know that nobody seems to be enjoying what they are doing anymore, and even more upsetting to know that when people become tired and jaded, they become self-indulgent as well.

i miss you, my friend.

i dont understand how some people can get started on something with burning passion and then lose that flame after a while; how some people can promise you the skies and the rainbow, then let their words rain on you later; or how some people can stand on your side for one moment and then turn the tables on you for another; how some people can sail with you when the weather is fair, then abandon you when the tide is high; or how some people can say 'i love you', then let their love erode away eventually.

i guess everything in life is just so ephemeral.

honesty is not the best policy.

its like slicing open the skin around your heart and rendering it vulnerable to people. its like taking off the paper bag on your head and exposing your face in public. its like running on a narrow one-way track and knowing that you cannot turn back or deviate from your route. its like sharing one side of your shoes with others, without the assurance that the others will share with your theirs in return. its like handing a knife to a person, and saying, 'now you are free to stab me anywhere anytime.'

my spirits sank with my heart.

the toothbrushes in my house are colour-coded.

and yesterday after i finally returned home, i actually forgot which colour my toothbrush is.

at this rate, there is a possibility that i might just forget which is the cup i always use, which is my favourite seat at the dining table or where i kept my socks in the wardrobe.