It is Oct 6, 2008. Can't believe it is more than three weeks since mum passed away. I never knew that vaccum hurts.
How do I fill this void I feel in my heart? It hurts and it hurts so bad. Sometimes late at night, I wake up to bad dreams. As if I am trying to catch a train and missing by a step. As if the world is one huge monster chewing up people and spewing out a mush. I can't analyse dreams but I am haunted by this dream where I am drowning into a black whole.
I want to yell, scream and shout and tear at things and break them...I want to hate God and everybody.
