{non-fiction} Little Miss Fighting Teacher

I know how I haven't been around physically for you for the last three years but I'm still here for you. This distance that's been keeping us apart, we just have to look at it as something to strengthen our relationship with each other. You're still one of my best friends, nothing will ever change that fact. I hold you dear in my life and I hope you know that, I don't really say it directly that much but I hope I make you feel that someone out there cares for you. I may not be around physically but if you need me there's a lot of ways for us to communicate.

{fiction} Baggage

Earlier today I was lying down on my bed doing nothing...well if you count listening to music as doing something then let me rephrase that, I was lying down in my bed while listening to music. I didn't feel like doing anything (hello miss lazy ass) at all. The weather was gloomy and I could hear the sound of thunder. I said to myself "I should write something later" and the outcome of my brainstorming earlier led to this:

{non-fiction} Those Little Reunions

{non-fiction} At a Crossroad

I wrote this on May 5, 2013 at around 2:30am. I couldn't get myself to sleep for some reason even I don't know. I am aware that i always have trouble sleeping at night but for the reason, I don't have a clue. Or maybe the reason is lying there at the back of my head but I just can't seem to put it to words or I'm afraid to put it to words, I'm afraid of thinking about it because...because I just am. I don't know why and I feel like I don't want to find out.

Just like any other night when I have trouble sleeping I decided to write. But I couldn't think of anything fictional last night so I decided to write something else.

This one's for you. You know who you are so I'm not going to say your name, not to the person reading this and not even to my friends. It shall stay as our little secret. After reading this again this morning I'm not even sure if I did express what I wanted to or if I am able to get a message across with this. But still, I hope you'll get the point.

{non-fiction} Waiting for Midnight

I wait here alone in my room with the door locked and the lights turned off. My family thinks I’m asleep but in reality I’m wide awake, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Something I shouldn’t be doing all the time as I need to catch up with some sleep so my body would get some rest. but stubborn as I am I do it every single day, the main reason why when the clock strikes 6pm I tend to feel sleepy and before I know it I fall on my bed and sleep takes over.