Things start to change. I just started noticing time's turn one cold friday morning, 1010 hours. I was sipping my coffee, looking out to the gray sky through an open door while snugglingmy butt in the couch's comfort. I'd have to say, nostalgia didn't bother me, but it's cousin passed by. It's October. It's the "ber" months. Holiday bells are within earshot. During these times, back when I was in school, every nociceptor in my body started to itch. An anticipatory itch. Anticipating of that once in a year moment that my family would once again be complete. Happiness. The energy. Hah! Plus, the best weather comes in the "ber" months. Cold nights; chilly days. and I got to wear my cardigans. Oh how I wish it could last yearround. I just sooooo love the cold. Anyways, let's go back to where Ileft off nostalgia's cousin. It just occured to me at that very moment that it has been several years passed already and those stuff I used to do and experience were becoming out of my hands now. I mean, not totaly. Though things kind of modify. I don't like it. New people came into our lives. Became part of our family. Consider me a weirdo, but sometimes, when I'm alone and the weather's kind of gloomy, I started to cry just by the thought of it. Why? How the hell I know?! I know how to understand people. I can understand people's behavior, but I now realized that there are some things that you cannot apply to your own self, but that you are good at applying it other people. Hello, I welcome you to "me" island. I don't understand me. Or maybe I refuse to. I don't need your help, reader. Thank you for the concern, but I'm good.
