I went for a musical production yesterday put up by the Varsity Christian Fellowship. They wrote the whole production and directed it themselves, save for one hymn song, which is really really commendable. Extremely talented people.

The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step;
The roll of thunderous applause must begin with a single clap;
The single word that we must all face, is simply
Perhaps.

I miss my family. I know it's only Wednesday.

I suddenly realize why I'm bugging so many people--there's a big hole I'm trying to fill. The emptiness at night, the isolation in the day. There is no longer Someone to bug anytime I feel like.

It must have been the same pretty long ago but how come I can't remember it now? This must be the life so many people lead, that I once had, but now I can't remember.

I suppose it's like you don't know what it's like to have a crater filled until you fill it and then empty it again.

I need a hug--and it seems no one can give that simple thing to me.