an exit.
Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, which is often when I sleep unaided, I break in cold sweat, briefly remembering the nightmares that never fail to plague me. On the surface, I feel okay but sleep continues to be something I fear, something I wish I didn’t have to face every single night.
I wish I could turn back the sundial. 2 years no less. My mistakes were many, but my regrets are few. Starting over has been a formidable task, and now that I’m all alone, I have no choice but to carry on, wounded, wishing that one day I’ll heal, ready to take over the world again.
After all, was it Thoreau who said “There is no remedy for love but to love more”?
This journal is now friends-only. Past entries will remain public (some already made private) and whatever post I feel I want to make public, I will do so. Credits to NZ for the photo. I realized I’ve never been photographed with a book before. A silly thing for a self-proclaimed bookworm, yes?