Looking out the window.

I wish someone can just tell me not to be so afraid of the real world and not to be so innocent. Wait, I think they have. Once. And they never mentioned it again.

I chose to be the good girl not the bad girl. The angel is bigger, stronger, and wiser than the devil. That’s why I’m always known as the good girl. But there are times when I decide I need to make the wrong choices, but those choices end up becoming really minor. For now, I’m observing what mistakes people make and how I can change them. However, in the end, I’m the one picking up the pieces. I’m the one taking care of them. It’s the consequence, but why do I deserve it? I didn’t do anything wrong. Or maybe I did. Maybe I chose a path that created more regrets when I told myself I wasn’t going to make any more regrets. Then there’s consequences.

My friends are back in Hong Kong. I talked to Gerianne yesterday, but I’m not able to see her until 7 days is gone so that nothing happens. Nothing will happen. And my neighbors downstairs came back to Hong Kong. I haven’t seen them yet but I’m excited.

Friday nights and Saturdays in the city are going to be good. I hope. And did I mention, I can fly now. I’m on my own. I can finally let go and not have to go back. But the funny thing is every where I turn, I end up seeing something that reminds me of them. But maybe that’s just my imagination. Daydreams.

Day 9.