I haven't gone out in two months. Ever since I bolted from seeing a ghost, I didn't dare look back nor did it try to come after me. I received flowers, chocolates and bears for the first three weeks. Surprise visit knocks at the door everyday but I ignored them all. I couldn't forgive myself for what happened, for the choice I had made too blindly, all because of sorrow. I don't even think I would ever choose to see it as a joke. So I decided to give myself therapy and got myself four journals.