i jux realised tt its hard for me to let go.. of nythin for tt matter, from my stuff to problems or ny kind of experience.. its jux so hard to do it..but i guess i've learnt to go thru wit it.. i have started to clear alot of useless papers from 6 yrs back or so tt was lyin ard in my room n now my room looks alot better though there's still more for me to throw out.. there's sum sentimental stuff tt i cant dispose of at all, jux holdin on to them brought back a certain extract of my memory..

missin, missin, missin.. wat do u do when u miss sumone or alot of ppl at once..? i can only tink back bout the past or give them a cal to chat on the phone n tts bout it.. rather pathetic ehz? but wat if u cant cal, like u dun have their number nymore, or their sumwhere else uncontactable or nythin tt u jux cant do nythin? wat if there was a quarrel n u wanna make up but the other party doesnt? jux wat if, wat would u do?

ohh yar, its jux coincidence tt qie's blog had written bout all tis stuff which so applies to me rite now..READ it cuz it may help u too..

*the only thing that's stopping you from getting out of your misery is you. it's easy to spiral out of control and let your emotions take over you.take a step back, gather your thoughts, stay collected. i know it's hard. time has almost healed me and if you only allow it time will heal you too. no doubt it's taking a hell of a long time. you'll get there but as i've said, only if you let it.*

*The pain had been inflicted once, and the incident could have even been long forgotten by the perpetrator, but it was ME who held onto it. Haunting and hurting myself, over and over. Of course, it is very very difficult to let go. Sometimes, we need our feelings validated to help us move forward. Sometimes, even an apology doesn't help, because the pain was so much.*

*Take a step back, and really think. Was it really that bad? Sure, when the hurt happened, the feelings were real. Rightly or wrongly, logically or illogically, reasonably or unreasonably- we feel the hurt, and the sting of the pain was very real. But I took a close look at myself. After suffering the same unhappiness for some time, I have come to realise that the only thing that is haunting me, is ME. I did not let go of the hurt.*