I spent a lot of time thinking about my dream yesterday. It finally made sense to me.

It muz have been the subconscious missing of my dad that could have sparked off such a dream. Whenever I tried to recall how W told me he had to cross over to the other world, I could feel a squeeze in my heart. It was juz like how I couldn't face up to the fact that my father had passed.

I have always pride myself on being a strong person. But this is really one thing that can get me down. And depressed.

Life can be so hard sometimes.