I realized I've been blogging on a daily basis. I guess, when you get the hang of it, writing can have a therapeutic effect. Cryptic as words may be- for the immediate days after writing it, reading them stills my heart.

I am so thankful everything is over. Hopefully, it's a brand new slate, clean as it could possibly be. Past prejudices, shall remain past prejudices. I'll clean up my lenses, and start afresh.

I don't know how to describe what I feel- bemused? amused? upset? disgusted? Such childish unawareness beyond one's small heart. As I listened, and read, and gave things thought as I lay on the bed- I think I saw that it is a matter of taking oneself too seriously.

I thought I should be feeling indignant for someone else, but I realized there's probably no need to - with time, one's worth can be proven. =)

Enough already.