gone, and hopefully forgotten

is nearly December. how time flies, while little things changed for me. and a whole lot of it just stay the same. unchanged.

it's so late at night, and it's raining. I have to say, it's a great combination to make you feel very lonely, depressed, and somehow you feel the urge to cry your heart out.

listening to already gone by kelly clarkson really push me near the edge. I miss him, like i miss my dad. we haven't been spoken for days, months now. I miss both of these men dearly, but don't hope for anything to change between us.

no matter how hard, how impossible, i will try to move on. from my dad, and his many memories that I know for sure will always haunted me. from him, the only person i had once fall in love with. from who i was before, or who i had try to be but failed miserably. sometimes i wonder, which one is the real me, this person i see in the mirror now, or that person in the picture taken months ago. we're the same, but our essence is different.

anyhow, what doesn't kill you will make you stronger, right?