Time we buried the sachet.
I'm so sorry I haven't been around. And I can only imagine, so clearly, what it'd have been like if I stayed, if we braved through the change, if we lived the way we always thought we would, in each other's lives, beyond the end of our childhood, through our teenage years. If only we'd survived.
I have to try.
So I'm going tonight, to the funeral home. And even if I'm ignored or cold-shouldered, as long as I don't make it worse.. I have to do this.
Rest in peace, Pui Shuang.
I'm sorry it came to this to make me want to make a move.
I'm so sorry I don't know you anymore.
Great, depression. WATER WORKS. Why am I even like this? I don't even have the right to be sad, compared to anyone else in the world right now.
Love all,
JY
