Give this one a dose of Bittersweet.

"... ... ... It was her, it was always her."

Was the last part of a short paragraph of words strung together that I would want to scream out for anyone who actually bothered to read, who truly cares about me, to feel how I truly felt and to really be in my shoes (despite how ridiculous the heights and arches I sport) when I was all still hurting and slowly piecing myself back together again, then.

There's always this eternal struggle going on when one wants to convey their thoughts into words, no? Okay, maybe it's just me.
But whenever I see words coming together like this and almost accurately describing how I truly felt then, especially when I'm all okay and not bitter and cold about it (because it doesn't even matter any more) now, it's actually quite comforting.

And I haven't got any idea why.

The reason why I didn't quote the entire paragraph out there was because it might get a bit too misleading.
Like I've mentioned earlier, it's almost accurately describing my feelings but it's not a complete portrayal, not a reflection of my situation.

Life is currently okay for me (not jinxing things up, for real) and I know it can only get better from now on since I've decided to steer it on that way from back then when I finally got myself back up, running and kicking asses.

Look where I'm am now!! *flips hair*

Here's a short one before I retire for the night for I've had this entry out in my phone while I was waiting for the bus, which took like almost forever??! --- Which brings about the part where I don't have the Livejournal app in my phone and can anyone explain to me why the ratings for the app is so.. bad?! It's a tad too worrying to see and read on the comments so I passed on dl-ing it into my phone. Haha!! :P

Goodnight guize.
Tillagain.