September 19, 2020


Dear Diary,Darling ghost, When disappointments hit you, you fail to understand promises. When you get stabs in the back all the time, you see good intentions through the eyes of a blind old man who has always heard of blossoming, yet never experienced one. So when I experience a good intention, I doubt it not out of embracing my skepticism, but because I don't think it's true and out of sincerity. I don't mind receiving blames, but I mind getting blamed for not believing. I can't undo the ugly sides of reality that were unravelled to me earlier than planned. So please my love, don't blame me for not understanding good intentions instead, love me more and pray for my dismal soul to pass by anything good and fair.

Your blind to goodness beloved.