Scraped across the wooden floor.

Listening to: Funeral For A Friend // The Diary

I used to think that I deserved everything bad that has ever happened to me.

I used to believe that all this grief and hurt I hold in my heart is a form of retribution for my past misdeeds.

All of my sins, being repaid for through this typhoon in the depths of my soul.

I used to assume all of that and more.

And it nearly tore me apart.

Not any more.

I could just learn to love again.

I forgive you.

And now, I have to forgive myself.

That last one, takes time.

Hold on for a little while longer.

One measly little factor.

Here I was, thinking that we could give this a shot.

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Class outing to KLPAC later. I can't wait. :)

update.
The play was amazing. The company was good.
Laughing, joking, racing to see whose car could get to One Utama fastest and fooling around in the arcade.

Just thinking about it puts a smile on my face. :)