bluish bluish bluish august.

Love's high on sacrifice and low on return.
Yet giving itself has its own joy.
It's difficult not to feel sorry for oneself but with constant self-reminder and willingness to take a step back, one can actually see that there's always something to be thankful for.

Well, it might sound terribly cliche, but it's all a matter of perspective.

What I learn from today is that I am indeed 21, my wisdom teeth have all grown and so have I as a whole.

I have to really learn to NEVER expect anything from anyone.
Expectation breeds disappointment.

Relying will result in tumbling down when the support leave and trust me, it always leave.

The hardest thing I feel I have yet to master is the art of bottling up my feeling.
It's just in my nature to share whatever emotion I feel to those people whom I deeply care and trust.
Yet sometime complains and bad moods are best kept to self.

And so I'll keep trying...
TO prove what I told Mat yesterday...
That letting go is possible as long as there's enough resilient in my brain.

N.B:
Locking up now, and zipping up now.