so much happening each day that its hard to remember it all.
macau, the typoon, fishing trip and the random rumblings from work.
2 more weeks. i don't want these to end yet. its all too soon.
more than ever, i'm scared of this. of admitting to my feelings because i still remember. the fall and everything that came after. and i wish i had the courage to admit it all. because its not fair to you. i have the guts to type it here but not guts to open my mouth.
i'm probably the worst person on earth dealing with such stuff.