Ahhhhhh. My eyes are congested with red network vein patterns, and my irises look swollen. Think I'm down with sore eyes. Makes me frustrated especially when I've got so much project tasks to carry out on the computer. Even when I close my eyes, the lids seems to burn. It's just horrid.

I still stop to look at the empty space beside the telephone in the living room. I don't believe there is nothing there. I can only see the pictures of the fuzzy ones, and wallow in tears because I can no longer observe their little worlds. Daddy says they're in God's world. I used to believe that, until someone told me the animals disappear with the earth because that is where they came from.

Feel like huge stones keep rolling in my path. Even if you're moving on to spin a perfect story, don't act like you care about me. No one is going to blame you if I lose an arm or a leg. When you ignore my sms-es but reply promptly to her sms-es, you do it oh so openly in front of my eyes. You slam my blog for being a sympathy wishing well, but what about your hypocrisy to both of us? If she knew about us, would she still be persistent towards you? I doubt so.

I look to the sky, and know that the greater God will be there for me, collecting my tears while planning a more wonderful haven for my future.