How many emotional scars can a youngster handle?
How many words can be kept unspoken?
How many secrets can a heart contains?


Time of the month. The time for reflection, the time for pain, the time for tears.
I've gained alot from this trip and it made me ponder how much I've lost in the past years too.

Issues that I couldn't bring up. Words that I didn't know if I should believe. Tears that I shouldn't shed. I never liked crying, it feels like a loser unable to control her emotions.

I usually don't believe in lasting friendship. But now i wonder if it's something I've made up to prevent myself from the agony of sending someone important out of my life.