Dear Diary

I wish that he will be the one I'm gonna walk down the long winded path with.
I wish I had never hurt him so, as much as he ever had me broken-hearted.
I wish he understands life better when I'm here.
I wish the rain would heal our wounds and grow daffodils on it.
I wish no matter how big the problem is, we manage to see the dawn beyond it.
I wish he knows I wish he knows.

Nearly, I threw my ring a way.
Then I stopped.
Flashbacks crossed my confused and fumed mind.
It cleared the cloud like a Patronus.
I can't keep blaming my pms.
I want him so bad that it hurts so much inside.
I'm afraid it might suffocate him as much too.
Why do I have to live like this?
Now I remember, I have trust issues.
Don't you recall?
I hate pricks.
And all men are pricks.

I know some of my friends think I'm gonna keep the hair forever and ever, but no.
I've decided its time out for long silky hair to and say hello to frisky curly hair! Booyah!

Consider it as a gift from myself, saying :"Girl, you work you hard ass off, you deserve to be pampered, and you deserve everything beautiful."

And I felt great. Did manicure and pedicure too, although its the last time I'll do so, because someone offers to file my nail for me. hehehehe

This is the first time I spend like this I guess, but hell it feels damn good.