Cacoethes Scribendi

Somehow, the journey back here seems so lonely... and cold. Like the time when I was living with myself, and for myself again. I detest that insecureness that I couldn't seem to shake away. And how spot-on my 6th sense always proves me. I'm not one to believe in omens. Still, my board fell just as I settled down in my room.. 3 petals dropped as I took a whiff at my roses...

Perhaps I'm ultra sensitive especially when I'm emo-ing.