stress level's up again.
work, school, (re)tests, presentations.



as a child, i dont cry when i fall down.
i merely pick myself up and run again, even if the wond was bleeding badly.
physical wounds dont get to me much, it's the emotional ones that do.


i may be smiling, i may be acting like a little child, bouncing up and down in the day but when the night sets in and i let my defences down, that's when the tears start to fall.


images, they haunt.
so do words.


sure, it's a super rough period.
i nearly lost a kin and a soulmate.
nearly.
so teach me how to climb up again.
or at least give me some bloodly time to recover.



4 more weeks of school,
pull through.
s.m.i.l.e/ chiong.