Picking up the pieces

Past weekend was the worse days of my life.

I like a child all over again, needing to learn my true identity and think about who I am all these years. Never felt so sad ever before, and hours and hours of crying plus coaxing from my friends around me manage to pull me back to normal again.

I'm learning to adapt again. Trying to start over as a person. But i know i am still as fragile as before. I am still unable to cope with everything and the thought of what constitutes to failure....

Unlike my PMS days, this is not one of the tantrum days. It's about self-realization and learning to pick up the pieces and restructure them again...

Hope things will be back on track soon.

Thanks to Cindy, Loo, Mich, Matt, Alex, Teck, Garfield, Colin and My bf. These are the people who least knows what's going on and gave me courage. ..