I haven't updated for over a year.
Honestly I'm not even sure why.

So Felix and I have finally reached 3 years in Sept. How nice is that :)

I think I forgot how therapeutic writing was. I use to jot down everything that happened in my life. Especially the bad stuff. I've re-read my blogs before and everything brings back memories. And because most of the posts were about bad stuff, bad memories just resurface.

Lately, I've been thinking about a lot of past events that have happened. I think it's because when I get off work at 6-7pm, it's dark outside and I end up walking to the skytrain station along burrard st. I like to walk in the dark, and walking in the dark in downtown is beautiful. If it was snowing, it would be breathtaking I suppose.

But I've realized that when I go for walks, I start thinking about stuff. And sometimes it's stuff from the past and then it bums me out. I think I still don't understand how people think and I don't understand how people can be so fake. I don't understand how you can be super close friends one day and the next you're not anymore. It's like a 180° turn, something you would have never predicted or even saw coming.

I think I still trust people too easily, much less now though. It's like I have this barrier now. I don't let people get close to me anymore. Oh wells. Life is just like that.