have i ever mentioned that i can't stand wednesdays? well, i do not particularly like wednesdays. when i wake up on wednesday mornings, a wave of nausea hits me and i know it's the wednesday blues. wednesdays are the longest days in the week. and wednesdays reek of painful memories. wednesdays begin with a gruelling 3-hour econs lesson where i just wanna run away from and never come back but i am not brave or foolish or intelligent enough to do so. so, right now, i'm still sitting in my introduction to economics class typing out this sad, sad post.

it rained quite a bit last night. i was struggling to sleep and for the first time in a long time, i heard thunder. i guess i didn't mind because it's been a while since i heard that familiar sound. it made me feel snug and safe in my bed but why does "it" always have to be at the back of my mind? why can't i just forget? i'm ok throughout the day i guess. it's just the mornings and nights, where i'm alone with my thoughts and can't escape the ghost of it all.

walking on water and if i don't take the next step with faith, i will surely sink. faith is all that can keep me afloat.