And I look at this space, that continues to grow into a lump of emptiness, and all I feel is a loss of words. I never know what to say any more. I don't see the point in whining about my heart being broken. After awhile, you just learn to nod your head and carry on, whilst trying your best to "keep calm". I haven't actually dealt with everything that's been going around me. Instead, I've succumbed to running away from it all - drinking, smoking, wandering around Singapore, and as of late my forte "lepaking" - which to many, is what the weak do.
I don't want to talk about my problems any more. It gets tiresome, telling the tale over and over again, just for the sake of the people who can't help but nose around in my business. Being the optimist that I am (hah, just saying that cracked me up), I guess the only good thing about this sudden explosion of pressure, is how I've gotten this rapid surge of inspiration running through me, all day long. I haven't felt this alive in a long time.
And I think all I need right now is to feel alive.
