Battleship

I was reminded today that about four months ago, I fist-bumped a couple of friends pledging my faith in love and relationship.

Oh how things changed.

Had a wonderful night nonetheless. Finally celebrated Christmas, albeit a rather delayed one. At least I got a cute Xmas hat and ate a tiny slice of really tough turkey. It did help a little in washing off the painful memory of an extremely dull Christmas in a hell hole.

I realised everytime I tell someone a story, it gives me a splendid opportunity to reflect upon myself and the matter itself. Every single time I gain a little more insight.


Sometimes I wonder how you tell your story.