Ow. Ow. Ow.

Something strange has developed on my back. Wouldn't you like to know the details? :) And this newly opened sore...pain.

As for the emotional wounds, I realize that I constantly exaggerate. Or in another perspective, overreact. Those wounds that I believe that came from the terrors and horrors in high school were probably self-inflicted for the most part. Although the blood from those times did spill, it spilled nearly over everything that mattered and it's still there, slowly drying up.

Maybe it's the pain from the fact that nobody in high school ever hugged me and at graduation, I stood alone watching everyone else giving everybody else goodbyes. I had nobody to say goodbye too...nobody that I wanted to see again. Yet, misery always has its strange ways. Cast away the past, my many friends now have said to me. There's always the future to look forward to. Don't wallow in the past. Yet...sometimes I wonder, should I forget the past?

I figured right now that I have incredibly incriminated myself although I know for a fact that there is a puny readership for this scribble. Doink doink. My usual dramatic feelings is overcoming by the funny feelings shouting from my stomach. Japanese food does make me sick. The only time that I didn't feel sick was that time that I ate out with Xing and Tram on that restaurant on Dwight and Telegraph. Green tea ice cream made sure of that.

Ending on a sweet note...