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Regrets are too late .
Friday, October 2, 2009 // 7:13 PM

"What's done, is done. No turning back, No regrets."

I couldn't really sleep yesterday. My mom told me to go over her room to sleep with her since my dad is working overseas. Something must be troubling my mom, I'm sure of it... But, I have no idea what. ahh.

Yesterday night, I thought of my grandpa. I regreted, I regreted for not crying my lungs out the day he left us. I wish I can turn back time and cry it out. But.. what's the point. Either way he is gonna leave us. I always hated crying in front of people, everyone, friends, family. I never wanted people to see. But, at least my grandpa left in peace, he didnt suffer any pain at all. My family is kindda complicated to understand. When he left, I really dont know what to do. I wasn't close to him, I don't really talk to him, I regreted for not spending much time with him.

It's the past already nyway, I can't do much. But, everytime the scenes of the day flashed in my mind, I feel like crying :/ lol, I can't believe I'm writing this on a public blog. I'm showing everyone my sensitivity. I think i should create another private blog :x but then if i do, i don't think i'll be updating this blog. haha anyway. I think that's all.