the threads in her head

There comes a time when you have to let go. Where you have to trust and believe that you'll remember by yourself without the aid of mementos, because there's no other choice. Dare you do so then?

Dare you?

Leaving behind tugs at your heart strings. There's always this feeling of, "no, I can't. it holds too much memories."

Are the memories painful or uplifting?

If they're painful, cast them aside? Or leave it as a sober reminder, a realistic thought? What do one do with these painful memories, that cause tears and gashes in your heart?

Who knows.

Who cares.

Smile and face the day. That horrible feeling in your guts, in your heart can be quelled. Once quelled, it'll pass. Sooner, or later.

Soak yourself in new experiences. It'll make you forget. Youths are naturally resilient, and in an environment of new stuff, one learns to forget and move on.

Smile at the happy thoughts, the one that makes you feel sweet.

Cry if you have to. Even if it happens to be in the public. That's what the toliet for really. Or that isolated corner that hardly anyone visits in school.

Find irony in life. Look on the positive side.

Be glad you know who can understand and make you smile, who you can go to when you need a realistic tug back down. Even if you went through tears to find out.

Write. Sing. Move.

That feeling might not be washed away in a blink of an eye of course.

Listen.

Wear black. Then red.

Play Ghost.

Don't think about others pampering you. Pamper yourself instead.

Read.

Give all kind of random comments. Make people laugh.

Regrets.

Be pasta.

-Abandoning the wanting to find out and define my thoughts; throwing them out instead. It's a cruder form of venting.