Okay. So, it's July already.
I can't actually believe that I'm still alive. I had a major heartbroken last January—I hate to say it, it sounds dramatic. But you know what's insane? I don't even realize that it has been torturing me for almost 7 months. Yes, I said it. Finally. After avoided to talk about it for 7 months, to everyone. It still feels like just happened yesterday, you know...
If I can quote someone, that would be Blair Waldrof, "They said it's a broken heart, but I hurt in my whole body."
I don't wish so much, July—I don't think you can do magic either—but if I can make a wish, I want to be happy, normally happy.