The pain clutches my heart like a vice... strong and unrelenting. Once again, I escape into my dream world, isolating, assuming the position of Rapunzel in her ivory tower, but one who ends up cutting off her hair. Or the Paperbag Princess, defrocking into a grocery bag and showing her all, and it's still so harsh and raw... I look at the face in the pictures and it's the face of a stranger. That girl is a facet of me that is crazy, impulsive and I have no idea what to do with her. Sukaina: it is okay to cry. You're sad. So accept it.... Jeez, I have to write that review for Shamash. I hate this human existence................. too much confusion. Nothing is in neat piles. One thing's for sure: I demand certain things from others without giving them the same in return. Gratitude for Friday I still have my marbles. I'm no longer in a stressful "romantic" "relationship". I remember how to isolate and hermitise. You think you...