Everything grows. Including love. And with that growing every day, how can you expect missing you to ever fade away? tinyurl.com/3tyyawq

You could fix it all or ruin it all

Freaking low self esteem.

Sigh

Maybe it is just not meant to be

I have such a voracious appetite that sometimes I feel that my stomach is limitlessly expandable.

I hate the Singapore weather. It's horrible.

Freak

Scared

I really miss you. I really miss us.