my way back home.

i'm pretty much ok now. The baguio escapade helped me to cool down all the angst that I've been holding for quite sometime. It was hard to let you go.. but I'm exhausted hating you and I've been depressed for a long time because I expected you to be different. But you're not. And I'm not your doormat. I know better now. And I'm not mad anymore that you're a jerk. Sometimes you just really need to die to learn new lessons in the next life. It was hard dying on you and closing the door.. but right now... it just happened. Automatically.

You're one hell of a ride. But you ought to last. :)

All the dramas are gone... I'm back to my old self again. And.. yup. There's no turning back. I'm hassle free without you.