Thinking about today’s topic brings me back to that one time where I thought it’s going to be the end, just because we felt like we were not able to make it for the ROYALTY(?) seats for what was “The Red Bullet in Manila”.

I remember so clearly, we were not able to get a call back for a day or two. After rounds of phone calls, emails, and all that jazz.

And a tear just fell. Call me dramatic, but it felt like I was stabbed multiple times in the heart. Also, this was way before my trip to Korea. So I’m just that desperate to be inches away from the boys, especially the main man.

Essentially, I cry. A lot. Like a lot, a lot. No shame in that fact. I tend to really cry it out. For the reason that I don’t want to go all grudge-y and all that dramatic shit. Then I sleep. Like sleep it all away, in the hopes that when I wake up, everything will go better.

In times where I feel like I am still sane enough to write, I write. Write as much as I could. Write whatever is in my head. And just… go with it. You’ll never know where pain could lead you. It could be dark and scary, but at the same time it has an end. End being the light in the dark.