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peace
somehow i find myself turning back to the good old days when blogging was carthartic. i guess its a phase, which i float in and out of. i’ve made a decision to be back in london three weeks earlier than i was meant to, three weeks less of the heat and the pleasure of just basking in the sun for him. honestly im well scared of whats gonna happen after the next year, i dont want to let go as much as he doesnt want to let go but im afraid of letting it show because in the end it might not even be an option.
the restlessness of uncertainty just plays on my heart. its like this ningling feeling behind everything i do. but for now first things first, a diet plan is impertinent for me to lose at least five kg before the 30th of august.
