It's been so long since I last blogged. Been ill, physically and emotionally. Like I said, I think the faint candle breathed its last and died within me. This nagging sadness. There really isn't anyone I can tell to who will really understand me now. What's left of me? I think we don't remember much of our lives, there're some times in our lives that simply bleed like ink in the wash, where memories are nebulous. Times we hate to look back on, because they usually accompany unhappy thoughts. I think these 2 years will be the grey in my life. That spot that represents anguish, young love, heartbreaks, disillusionment, etc.