Recently, i haven't been opening up to anybody. not even my dearest ones..
Withdrawal symptoms perhaps..
Anything that troubles me, i keep it up and pretend it didn't existed. I place it at the back of my mind and occasionally, it comes back to me, giving me alerts on their existence.
And as i try to contemplate about it in solitude, it becomes a nightmare.
But time did gradually helped me forget about it and it becomes a dark secret of mine.

Ever since my grandpa's demise, I side tracked. I haven't been in my tip top conditions.
I know it's time i get back once again.

I have since lost that closest relationship i had with someone. And i'm not so sure if it will come back again. But it hurts me. All that we share now are just plain cliche and shallow talks. It isn't the way we used to be, not anymore..

When obligation becomes just a responsibility, happiness seems like a passing motion.
Today, i'll cry like never after. But tomorrow, my laughter will be heard like never before.
Look, there's still someone at the frontline(: