it's 3 am. i look at the plate of food in front of me and i feel like puking.


Perhaps it's the time. i'm starting to feel melocholic. But not sleepy. I'm reflecting upon the seminar i went today. i realised when facing my own crisis in life, i often lean towards escapism. Occupy myself with activities so that i won't have time to think about what really happened. For the past 2 days i've been experiencing pangs of emotions flooding back to me again. They'll come to me occasionally. i know they'll go away. But i never really chose to face them.


Before i help others, i gotta help myself.


Feel like crying. I'm lost in my own fantasy world. I feel disconnected from my body. I'm as if i'm floating from day to day. *pulls myself back to earth* I'm trying to recall how i was like in the past. She seems so foreign to me. i changed alot. Yet not for better. i wonder if everything will go back to normal. i wonder if time is really so powerful.


i wish that time could fly. yet i wish that time could rewind itself.