if there's one thing i want from the exacerbating pain that the wisdom tooth's growth has caused me, is to at least make me a wiser person in making tough decisions. maybe scientifically, no theory has proven the above hypothesis. however, when other external factors come to play, that's when you really start scratching your head hard enough and do some modifications to it by removing the whole damn thing. maybe.

the thing is, i have always been an optimistic person looking at the bright side of life and hoping everything is going to be fine. maybe the paranoia, the freaking out moments, the think too much drama, the worrying about everything and anything in this world is stopping me from being that person. this is because, if you amputated a leg, and still able to do a million one things, that's greaness. but, at the the end of the day, you think and ponder, i have one leg while others have two.

yesterday, was very trying for me. dealing with a thing of a past that i sincerely wish it didn't happen, was challenging. seventy-seven times a day ringing plus two million and one messages is not exactly the ideal thing that anybody ought to look out for. for every single day, without fail. and the content of it could just break any of you, even the toughest woman on this planet earth. maybe it's a good thing he never replies to the calls or even the messages but the fact still remains.

optimism, something we wish that we have it inside, to self-console ourself or pull through the hardest period at that point of time. maybe the honeymoon period is over and now, is the time we get through with it together and remain sane.

remain sane, with every sense of that word.