The wind grows strong. A storm approaches.

I sometimes find myself talking to a picture of someone that I no longer see.

It's been 5 months since I last went to Calamba. I wonder how much has changed.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again. Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again.

When it rains like this, "Thunder" by Boys Like Girls is perfect.

I got home at 1am

The thing about allergies I hate the most is you discover them the hard way.