I am so going not do well for Os. I went for medical check up. Flashed myself. Got injection. I felt the pain. All through the injection. Draw out all the blood. Please store it somewhere safe. Store it somewhere i can find again.
My finger was cut for blood samples. It hurt as well. But it wasnt that painful.
The wound is still there. I still can see the needle mark. Like all open wounds, you are suppose to add pressure. But i guess this time i am CHOOSING to let the blood flow. Its a chioce isnt it? You know there is something called choice. I chose to preserve.
Preserve something that cannot be removed, forgotten, and taken away.


Before you called

Emo song saves the day.


If you go...I'll wait for you.
Now look whose holding on to that sentence.
How subjective isnt it?