At 27, I feel 45.

Maybe I am.

This year I decided  to be happy.

Save. Smile. Work. Play. Dream.

I have Vincent. All is well.

This year I decide to be happy.

Save. Smile. Work. Play. Dream.

I have Vincent. All is well.

My last post made me feel guilty.

Why couldn't he make me burn? Does it mean Idon't love him that much?

No. It's not that. He doesn't make me burn because he's not fire.

He's water.

He cleanses the soots of burning.

It's not that I don't love you. But lately I want to keep a little distance.

I miss myself. the self that burns irresponsibly, the self that stays up all night dancing in flames never wondering about tomorrow..

I couldn't share that self with you.

You give me warmth but I miss burning.

I miss my self. I love Vincent. But I miss myself.

Pau-- In a foreign land, jobless.

Ar- Retrenched.

Ana- worker bee. slave of the queen.

M- penniless. prisoned by domesticity.

Where's our happy ending? Sigh.

And here's how bored I have become: I started googling my highschool crush.

Duh.

I hope I could hear my heart beat once more.

After all this is the journal site of the undead. :(

Her mind drifts off again, making her oblivious to the task that lay in front of her table. She can feel the wind touching her face even in the midst of an air-conditioned room.

She has to excuse herself, she must really have a smoke or else she would start dancing with the wind that is not there.

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