Her head throbs yet again. Sometimes she just lies down silently, engulfed by darkness whilst focusing her thoughts into what she could say, or what she should have said. The word "idiot" seems to spring to mind a lot. Oh girl, what do you know? Only twenty-two and you've lived too many lifetimes.

It's those nights when she relishes in listening to calm breaths, breathing in and out. She doesn't need to think of anything else, right now nothing else matters. It's happening now and that's all she needs to know. It was a heavy start to the day, her grogginess never failing her. Coffee. Coffee. Caffeine seems to be the only way she'll stay awake through the day. There are all these questions piling up in her mind and she's wondering why everyone is tormenting her. The word "perplexed" doesn't even begin to explain what she's feeling right now. Her MSN, facebook, BBM, yahoo!, flickr accounts all seem to have messages from various people. The simple question is, why? Why now?

She swore never to open those pages of love&lust again, and yet there she is -- reliving her old memories. Oh idiot. Sometimes, sometimes.. it's probably a good idea to let the truth out. What is the truth though? How can you be sure what is real? She's not sure if this is what she wants to feel, or is this a way of making her feel better -- for now. A temporary solution? Or will this be another way to break her heart again?

Oh idiot.

What do you know?