I didn’t want to, but I guess we should.

First off, the timing could not be any more horrible. Being stuck in the middle of exam season with still more than half of my finals to go, specifically 80%, is nothing short of a perfect timing, right?

Clouded mind

It was a damp afternoon, you’ve told me before these two simple words “never again”, but you didn’t keep your promise. The water droplets splattered upon the ground, upon my shirt. Your eyes looked longingly into mine, you looked down. Ashamed, egregious, disappointed? I looked up, felt the shock from the top of my head down…

Are you a reason, a season, or a lifetime?

So today, I was chatting up with a close friend about some pretty personal stuff and she mentions this “Reason, season, lifetime” poem that I should probably read. As I was reading this, some people came to my mind, but it was actually very difficult to think of specific people for each category. What worried…