I wasn’t entirely swept off my feet by this but I can truly say it had stirred some things deep within that are usually too deep to be even reached by anything, at all.

I found this thoroughly heartbreaking and I would have cried if I’m one of those who get moved so, so easily.

I have always imagined this, especially when I finally got around to reading the first book in the series, Twilight.

It seemed like one of the most probable probabilities out there as to why she was like that and he was like that although of course the facts in the novel rarely gave out bits that could actually make you end up with this solid conclusion.

Blame it to my imagination perhaps, since I was so much younger then, not just in physical or biological age, but more so in terms of, my mental age. I wouldn’t have used the word mental if only I have found something else, something that sounded better when you speak somehow out loud these things typed.

I felt like saying mental meant that I was somehow becoming delusional, coming up with these absurd hallucinations but finding out someone out there has written this is definite proof that I am still normal (our book in psychology defined hallucination as an illusion, a wrong perception, but under abnormal conditions such as when you’re under the influence of alcohol and drugs or when you’re physiological needs are not being catered to which are the most fundamental of all needs).

Eh, that’s it for now. I’ve just finished cutting my fingernails this morning and my fingers still hate it when I type (it kind of hurts, throbs) since I cut my nails as shorts as they can but I’ll have you know I’m really glad and I feel kind of awesome because even though I haven’t still gotten back my love for all sorts of reading and writing, I still got to let all of this out.