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She was nothing but an ugly lie with a pretty face. A blonde hair that flickered like a dying flame, blue eyes, deep and cold, always watching, never letting me in.

Delusion is just discount therapy. Rich people get therapy. Poor people get delusions.

I swore to myself that I’d never be my old ruthless, horrible, or vengeful self again – not even toward the people who are horrible to me, no matter what is said or done. And I’m doing my best to keep that promise… so far.

Hope you like the sequel. Absolutely unhinged soul.

Huh? What just happened? Am I going insane? Or people are determined not to let me have a quiet day?

July 21st — One day late. I finally received an answer at last. But will it bloom into something real, or rot like every dream I once chased in vain?