Wasted my friday morning lazing around. Only productive thing I did all morning was indulge in a novel. It's been too long since I had sat down properly just to enjoy a good book. Guess I've been too caught up with everything that's going on in my life, I just didn't see a need in pampering myself. 

The mysterious thing about books is that you'll find yourself relating to the story in some way. In some magical way, the story plot is very much similar to your current situation in life. This book really opened my eyes, it's much more effective than a stranger's empty consolation. 

I guess you can say I'm in the process of healing, and I've never felt better. Life moves on, you've gotta learn to let go of grudges, seek forgiveness, forget about the past, and figure a way out of this dark cave you've been hiding in for who knows how long. 


Still alive, 
Xiao Yan.