i found myself buried in the same set of questions yet again.its a cycle.but i can't help myself.Answers don't satisfy my heart.Its like this empty feeling and whatever that i cook up to convince myself just arn't sufficient to fill it in with.What am i feeling?Its not sadness or loneliness for sure,I'd know because I've been living life an only child for the past 17 years.Its so deep,dark and scary sometimes.Often, i want it to go away.But it lingers at the back of my mind and it awaits for near perfect timing to jump in.And it gets me all the time.Sometimes,it gives me something to think about,to occupy my time with.no use dwelling on this,not like its gonna change anything.But i cant stop,its like a drug.and i am not talking about love,fools.

mango strudel might perk me up.but its not the food,its the person that matters.