I wish I could turn the clocks back to when...

My mum was alive and I'd eat her freshly made chapppatis.

I believed my dad when he complimented me on my handwriting and spellings, before I knew he was just patronising me.

Y used to leave me cute little offline messages on Yahoo Messenger.

I used to trek to events on my own and be inspired by the people I heard. When everything wasn't blah and old, when it was New and exciting and the future was Bright.

I was able to pray with sincerity.

I could smile without faking it and be crying inside.

Empty mind. Nothing to write. Empty soul. Nothing to give. Empty apart from hatred and anger. And violence. GRR

Eurgh

Eugh, just feel and look fat today, not pregnant at all. Yuk yuk yuk. Horrid horrid body.

Sad.

Angry today. Growling.

Angry at being left alone and someone not quite understanding some things. Can't even openly talk about it, great.

Sigh.