So the weekend passed by like a hurricane, only it wrecked less havoc than the one in Cuba. Am sending out well wishes to everyone around the globe each night before I sleep - the catastrophes occurring just don't seem to stop.

The weekend was filled with lots and lots of cake, lots and lots of food, quite a fair bit of friends, random emotional whimsies that hit me without warning, french fries & onion rings oh my, the realization that I'm not putting in enough effort, and last but not least, it set loose an ill bug on me. I'm desperately trying to keep any form of liquid from coming out of my nose, trying my hardest not to sneeze, since every sneeze puts my inflamed throat into the sharpest of pains.

Four days of unhealthy living sure hit me hard. Back to being a good girl and sticking to my extremely soothing diet of oats and vegetables.

I realized why I stopped talking to you. The anger and disappointment towards you abandoning me exists, I do admit, but the anger and disappointment with myself, for letting myself fall for you - that was what ate me up. You enter my thoughts ever so randomly, and I ask myself time and again - if none of them were good for me, both mentally and emotionally, will I ever ever ever come across one that will finally be good for me?