non-colic

It scares me that I can no longer cry.
All that is left within me, is a dull thud at the bottom of my heart, hardened from years of being broken. that nothing can make me break anymore.
i dont know how to explain this, but, it scares me. i think ive been robbed dry of every ounce of emotion in me.

goodbye to everything i thought i knew

6 years of my life, and i constantly feel myself dragging the shackles of baggages at my feet. funny how a new virtual space feels like the cleansing mentally, or physically. just some days ago, i came across a diary with our past and it amazes me to no end how consumed one can be in a relationship. and the aftermath just puts everything into perspective. had this box of stuff with tonnes of memories in it, and ended up throwing them all out. i don't need these physical reminders of good times any more. i'm ready to move on.