Last night, I dreamt of my dad. It’s weird, cause I hardly remember his face and am sure that I could not recognize him even if he pass by me at the mall but everytime in my dreams, I clearly had his image & features appeared strangely in my head. Vividly the absurd feelings that I had toward him pushing those bad memories upfront again. Vulnerable.
I feel sad cause 3rd March already yesterday. If only good things remain good forever and bad things never show up.
