i miss the good times. what used to be. when everything was just oh so free and easy. there wasn't a care in the world. it was just. you. me. everyone. days of fun. relaxing. pure bliss. no school. no work. just enjoying ourselves as the days went by. ah. sentosa was the best.

its amazing how time flies.

how things change.

things sometimes just seem to get worse?

or maybe its just your perception of things.

i'm tired. in every way. i have eyebags. i'm starting to break out again. you know you have it bad when ctbahh asks you "denise, can you sleep?!"

maybe i should just take a year off, and fly away to some unknown place.

really tempted to just give up.

trying so hard not to lose my grip. not to lose control. trying. really.