I have been and gone to Hong Kong, and yet, I still haven’t really mentioned anything here. I had to go for the sake of the ticket being purchased well in advanced… If it wasn’t something that my mother had bought for me, I probably wouldn’t have gone and would’ve stayed and done what I had to do.
Mid-September. Who would’ve thought that I’d be sitting here, yet again, typing with a broken heart. I thought this shit was over, but then I guess I thought wrong.
Here I go again nursing a broken heart. When will it end?