I think I'm beginning to think of writing as therapy. 

I've got one last paper but i'm so not in the mood for it. i feel terrified and excited of having to leave. at the same time, my heart houses a gaping wound that seems to mend and tear itself up frequently. 

it's almost as if i've learnt to survive in a world of pain, where it doesn't exist, i'd forget and take everything for granted. i guess that's how God keeps us grounded.

you know, i'd be surprised if i met a fellow teen who didn't feel pain. because that'd be weird. just saying.

i can't even cry anymore. and i find that hilarious, my eyes stay dry. ermagerd no, what have i become? lol.