the only thing i feel like doing now, is not to do anything at all. just to curl up in the warmth of my bed, with my pillows around, & hide under the covers. it is hard to comprehend; like how it is funny... how day by day nothing seems to change, but when you look back, everything is different.

i dont know why i get so confused at times, & i dont know why it feels so wrong, to have all the urge & the twists & turns in my stomach, & the butterflies that feels like they just want to burst out whenev whenev.

"butterfly catcher," she said.

hopefully, today will be a good day.