When you start to care less, it actually means a part of you has already given up.

I finally discharged from Gracehaven, but frankly, I'm not as happy as I expected myself to be. For two whole years, this was the day I've been waiting for, but I don't know why now I'm not so certain. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. I've learnt so many things & have already gotten so used to living there. I used to wake up every morning and grumble about how packed our day would be with all the activities they would've lined up for us, but now, I wake up with absolutely no idea who I should call, where I should go and what I should do. There is nobody who would wish me good night & good morning and give me a hug, I can no longer have any heart-to-heart talks with the girls as & when I feel like, nobody to write diaries together and play around with. Well, all of this officially ended. And no matter how much I complain about the place sometimes, I'll miss it. But no matter how much I'll miss it, I promise myself to not do anything stupid again.


Am down with slight fever and a cold, ironic. Head's spinning, nose is block and my entire body is aching. It's 3.05 in the morning and yet I feel the least tired, my body clock is way screwed. I always tell myself never to regret the things I've done because I wanted it at one point or another, but why do I always look back in regret? Some days, I wish things had turned out differently between us, my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just wanna fix it somehow. A ♥