My fear for each beginning week grows with every ending one.

I dunno why.

Like I dont want tomorrow to come, like I dont wanna look ahead.

I'm very much tempted to succumb to my inner (weak) soul.

When I realised how much of a lil' gal I am with you, I am much elated as much as I feel sad.

If only..

I could be like this always.

It's not easy to be brave at all times.

And in the first place, I dont wanna be brave if that means I gotta be alone.