Such an emo week. sh*t. And I have been crying for almost every single night. And I couldn't bear myself to talk to anyone about it. Sad.

The other night I called home. It was really hard to conceal my feelings and emit fake laughter, but I managed. I was practically choking on the words I uttered. Mom said I sounded funny - which I automatically replied that the stupid phone connection distorted the voice quality. I quipped that she sounded different too. Knowing how unconvinced she truly was, I hang up the phone. No point in getting her worried sick... especially not with her condition. -_-"

Damn! Leaky waterworks just dont make a fun person. >.< And I have been telling myself that "strong women don't cry." If that is true, then perhaps I am the weakest of the female species ever. Blegh! ugh .. At least I dont cry in front of anyone. I think I am getting better with pasting a smile whenever anyone is around. Yet, the sadness is just eating me, engulfing me bit by bit every single day. And I feel more and more alone as day passes.

And last night, I could hardly contained my feelings. And Mel has been a baby. An angel. I am eternally grateful to her. I feel much better after our talk. My problems are still there, but I guess I could try to look at them from a different angle. After all, every cloud has a silver lining..