I don't know what's wrong with me. Lately, I've been having trouble sleeping at night. I would stay up at night and just clean the kitchen... I mean, leave it spotless. I know there's something wrong with me, but I just can't figure it out. Maybe it has to do with Tinker's death or maybe it's something else. At least I'm making my mom happy by cleaning. I mean, I don't want anything in return for cleaning. I just do it... It makes me feel good that I take some stress away from her.

Whenever Wil and I fight, I hate it. I hate making my wonderful man cry. It's just, that he makes me so mad sometimes. I love him more than anything in this world... I want to spend my life with him. He is like a delicate little child and I feel that I should take care of him. Wil is very precious to me and I would never let anyone hurt him. He is the reason why I can continue living. Without him, I'd be lost. I cannot possibly imagine my life without him at this point. I love you, Wilbert Tan.