How often do you want to be heard and share how you felt but the other party refuses to acknowledge and ignores instead? Sometimes, silence is the real killer. for the things that are kept inside. Without given a chance to be resolve.

it's been a week already. ignorance is bliss? i beg to differ.

On a brief update, i've been out almost everyday.

the desperate need of some form of distraction, to take my mind off things and numbing the pain.