an unfinished life is a pretty good movie. it brought me profound grief.
i'm not sure if it's the movie per se or i'm just making the heck out of the fact that
the five protagonists (even the bear) found their place and makes wonder why my sentences are so chopped up.
i cant seem to put links between my own fractions of life.


i cant afford to let you weigh me down, putting up those brave fronts and getting hurt over and over again although you had no intention to. i just wonder why most of your words stings me.

not the entire life. it's just the recent. the entire 6 months i'm through. and hell i didnt get any better.



sometimes i do tend to leave happy things aside and allow myself to rant. and for that i'm doing justice to myself.