2 notepads had gone by since i last typed here. Constant writing has always been what’s kept me going. Probably nothing could describe what I’ve gone thru these past 6 months. Albeit all that flew by, I’m happy all these while. Maybe nobody would probably bother to look into this page anymore, probably that’s why I’m back here writing as well.
It’s been a horrible 2012 thus far. Turned 26 without a single hoohaa. Nearing the end of the month of August now. Just like any other month, I pray that the next would be better than the last. I’m typing in the dark, trying not to jolt my gf awake. How easily she gets awaken.
Tried 3 of 7 Polaroid cameras last month. None work good.
Next month marks Grandpa’s 2nd death anniversary. Received a text minutes ago from Meimei that on the 8th they are gonna pray for him. I can’t fully describe how i felt. I chose not to reply. Doing what i always do. But i would have liked them to live their lives without having to inform me about stuff like that.
Kept asking myself. What exactly do i want? Is this the freedom that i crave so badly? Is this the door firmly shut? Is this what i call “vacuum”?
I don’t know if it’s depression, or insomnia or love, or whatever it may be. I crave for a good photo soon.
I so crave for a good shot.
How much more of this i can take I’m not sure either.
Going back to my notepad.