Everything's gonna be allright

I'm so tired. So so tired.

But I can't sleep.

So here I am, at 6am, writing.

Writing has always been a personal thing to me. I write because its the only way I can analyse a situation, because at the end of the day, it comforts me, being able to confide in something, albeit just a piece of paper, knowing whatever I write will not be used against me. Because oftentimes, its raw emotions, jagged and unpolished, unfit for others to see.

Sometimes I'm afraid of reading the things that I write. Because it re-opens all the hurt, and I feel my heart bleeding all over again.

I've been really busy lately. Going out with friends because I'm prolly not going to see them in a long time. Meeting new friends along the way. Making space in my heart for these kindred spirits I meet along the way.

Sometimes I'm amazed at how these people enter my lives at moments when I need them the most, like guardian angels, holding my hands, and bearing a torch to light the way through long dark nights. Like messangers from heaven, telling me things that I need to hear, bringing up old hurts that I need to resolve.

I'm thankful for Doreen and Eesha... for being the amazing girlfriends that they are.

For Mike, for being such a wonderful big brother. To Ron and Jerome, for unknowingly bringing up something that I needed to come to terms with. For Jacob, whom I had heard such horrid stuff about, and who through hearsay also thought I was a horrible person, and teaching me never to listen to what others say until you've met the person.