I try not to think about it. But it's almost impossible. I guess it's because enkee kept probing me and I keep getting reminded. But still it's not like I don't want to remember. I just hate to know that I'm being sucked into another dead-end knowing how everything will turn out. Although it is ridiculous to rely on horoscopes for this, but it is not entirely wrong. Horoscopes aside, they're far too similar for anything to possibly turn out right. And knowing me, and how my mind works, and how my heart completely does not listen, nothing good will come out of it.
But still I find myself thinking, wondering, hoping.
Perhaps that's something I'll never be able to change about myself.
Goodnight. Sleep shall calm my mind.
xxx,
Mrs Micky
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