ismy

I still miss you. But I'm still not allowed to.

imy

I miss you. But I don't think I'm allowed to.

Alternate Reality

The idea of alternate realities fascinates me. Imagine, if it were true, there'd be a world where we'll be the same people we are now yet at the same time different.

In that reality, our conversations will cover more than the usual small talk topics of what our favorite books are, what type of music we listen to and pretty much what our CVs look like. We'd eat lunch together and talk like we've known each other forever. I'd tell you random things about my day and you'd tell me some of yours. In that reality, we would be two kindred souls.

The idea of alternate realities fascinates me. Imagine, if it were true, there'd be a world where we'll be the same people we are now yet at the same time different. In that reality, I'd still be yours. What's different is that you'd be mine, too.

Thankful

I'm tired. I haven't eaten properly in days; eating at odd times and odd proportions. I still have a lot to learn.

But I'm thankful because despite that, I still feel so blessed. Issues are resolved at the end of the day. I have food to eat. And at least, I have been sleeping. I'm also thankful that I have a lot of people supporting me: my officemates who answer all my questions, my friends who cheer me up through texts and fb posts, my family especially my mom for being my very own cheerleading team.

I'm tired, hungry(?), confused and feeling a little inadequate. But I feel that everything's still going to be alright. Yay!