10 weeks have passed, Cedar is by far the sweetest thing.Ever.

Sometimes, I think, isn't it time to move on? To stand on my own two feet and face the truth?

I realize that the more you ignore the cold, hard, shiny fact, the harder it will dump on your head when you finally meet it.Dump. Just like that.

It's not so, what's the reason? It's more like, what's the point?