Birthday, yet another.

6 years, since it all started out.

Older and wiser ? I am in doubt.

This year's birthday, was tragic. Filled with screams, hate, threats and unhappiness.

I am not sure if leaving the country was the best or the worst idea.

Whether, being in the city - reunited with the 'Family' ; picking up, attempting to mend the broken bits that I've long given up and ran away from, was such a good idea after all.

Yes, I have pretty much Zen-ed out. However, the memories and nightmares I left behind in the hustle and bustle of the big city life doesn't seem to be leaving me behind.

The past does catch up with you. Even when you thought you have buried it deep down in the dark abyss.

Even if its just recurring nightmares in your sleep. They find a way of creeping back.

My supposed façade of the 'thousand gold little precious' - uprighteous gentle Asian girl, just isn't holding up.

Reunited, the rest of the family may have been.

Never thought, that might happen one day.

At 23, far far away from being malleable; what are my chances of being a bad girl gone good.

I don't know.