I've Just Cut My Hair

I've just cut my hair. For several years now, snipping off my tresses is never an action to achieve a desired fashion. It's always done to mark something... an event, a reminder, a promise, a determination... to myself, for myself. This time, it's a combination of few things that makes me feel like cutting my hair. The hair will grow in time. And just like human, as time passes us by, sometimes we forget things. Things that used to have meanings to us, things that used to be important to us, things that makes us sad and things that makes us happy.

For now, I hope I'll always remember how I felt when I was at one of the lowest point in my life, how I've struggled to keep my sanity and how some of the nicest people I've ever met helped me go through that tough time. Some of whom only passes by to help me back on my feet and disappears when I can run again. Just like in the movies where someone goes from town to town helping people in need but they can't stay for long. They may have a hidden identity, they may be a mistaken fugitive… whoever they are, they can only stay for a while.

I miss you pumpkin pie monster and wish I can confide in you now. My past has not leave me alone. A note to myself: "We learned from our past mistakes and let's not hope we have to learn the same mistakes over and over again."