There's nothing much more to say, really. But there's way much more to remember.

As you all know, I haven't talked of love since last early May. I refuse to because someone's stalking my Tumblelog and I'm afraid he might misunderstood it in a way that I still care for him. Even if I still do... Okay, NOT!

So to you, whoever gave him the link for my Tumblelog, I shall sue you someday and I'll brand you with ambigrams! All over your body! I'm the missing part of the Illuminati. Hah.

Kidding aside, after whatchamacallit happened, I was too hurt I even promised myself not to look for other boys - temporarily. But, I was weighing things. If I don't entertain them boys, I'm left here hanging at some edge with one past lover. And for the love of all things holy, it's not bearable. Plus, there's no one to entertain, really.

It's summer and I'm single. I recalled that last summer, there were so many flings that didn't make it. What was I expecting, that it would last? With all these barriers, I think it wouldn't so there ya go.

But that's last summer, what about now? My goal was to get over him and prioritize some other valuable things. I'm pretty much a wreck. It feels like I can't survive but somehow, between those pessimistic approach, I passed through. I even matured, I think.

I'm pretty happy now. Although I miss someone caring for me, tells me that he loves me every single time I'm with him, hold hands like there's no one watching. It felt good that he's not a part of my system now. Like, studies first and college applications.