Insomniac - post exam and supersaturated mind.

I couldn't sleep, so I'm up to write.

 My mind couldn't get over something. Something I think not worth it yet unconfirmed. It's about a tug-of-war game involving heart strings.

 I should not let my mind speaks the hell out of it but when the heavy weeks of exams were over and there's plenty of time to kill till the next OSPE and presentation so I'm sure there's a lot more to think than to just carry out a normal life. Well, being normal is boring but being abnormal is kinda freaking me out. to be honest, I'm stuck between both and now being so in the middle of nowhere trying to figure things out but it will never will.

 Because this involves people and I think that people are not aware of what I've been thinking. Yeah since I speak to me and only me.

 You know, since the day we made the decision to "you go your way and I'll go my way", or "you do your thing and I'll do my thing". I've been thinking that it is better that way rather than to hold on much longer. I felt relieved and free though it hurts so much like I'm having inflammation in my whole heart and it's bruising, fibrosis, necrosis and the list goes on. (I made that up, it's not that hard)

 And then months later when I recovered, rumours spread. We should not trust rumours but hey, it's rumours. It has consequences okay. You're playing with somebody's feeling now.
I'm ruined and apparently you don't know what's happening and rumours? Oh, you got to be kidding me.

 For a second, I thought that maybe it is a rebound.

 Here's a lesson Dibsy, never go for a rebound unless you're destined to. Follow the flow, ace that B.Pharm, act for your dreams and moving on. Don't give hope or start to hope. You've hurt before, don't make the way for the second time.

 You're 22 now Dibsy, there's no time to play. Maybe you'll just wait and see what's gonna surprise you in the end. You created the story with great epilogue, next is to end it well. You know you hate sad ending.

 Yeah, I'm talking about my new story, the past is in the past and I'm not living there anymore. If you involved in the past, feel free to know that I'm not the one you knew before. Things changed, so do I. don't ask why because the reasons would be you. It's interrelated and complicated.

 nothing.
just had a bad time.
couldn't sleep and need a typing practice.
Let the string loose, or if you wish to stay, let me know you'll stay.
Silence won't work with me. Get it?

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