As usual.

My foot is feeling cold again. I feel like there so many stories I missed to tell. As a matter of fact there really has many to tell.

First Brokenhearted I mean loveless again. I don't know. I'm also tired of feeling somebody likes me but I don't feel the same. Someone I like but its only benefits that they want from me. I always ask myself, "am I really ugly and is there really no one that I would like that could like me too?

If I will think about pursuing, it seemed to sound like being lost. Does it really have to be that we have to placate a girl for her to like me? In the end, I will still become the one who was left behind. I will ask myself again, "Is it really my curse to be alone?"

Ahm. Me and my younger sister celebrated the New Year together in my renting place in our company (I forgot to mention that I also have moved to new home).

As usual Im having coffee again here at sister Emer's canteen.