30 June.

I was high but it gave me the courage to say out my feelings. Rejected.

07 & 08 July.

Over at BG. Things were kind of awkward, slience. Gone by end of the night, broke down.

13 July.

Watched Harry Potter alone, went drinking alone, ended up gone while all were in restaurant.

21 July.

Came to my limit, admitted SGH. Discharged.

28 July.

Good talk with Dan. Was happy.

29 July~10 August.

Happy & relax. No worries, no troubles.

11 August.

I broke down again. I felt cheated. Cheated by words, by feelings. Vented my anger, hatred rose but vanguished.

Disappointed that words was nothing but a lie to hide me in the dark. Thinking that would be the best way yet is not as the truth would always surface. I was alright. To me, seeing the other happy was enough. Felt like a fool believing all words, blinded by words of beliefs while everyone else sees it coming. News was painful caused it involves the person whom I looked up to at my lowest moments and takes in all she said. Yet this fool now holds no hatred, caused she never can bring herself to hurt or hate anyone.

Coward? Is that the term to use? Or useless?

What happened has happen, I cannot go back and change any fact. All is past, I look ahead still. Days will get better. They are still important to me, I cannot deny them away from my daily happenings. Yes, I have had painful memories but the happy memories I get is priceless. More than enough to heal the pain over time. No matter how many setbacks I shall face, I will stand again.