It's raining again. The season of rainfall has come once again. It's at this share of the year, when the weather gets really unpredictable and, most of the time by surprise, drops fall everywhere. Sometimes, it falls silently, like a quiet weep; wanting to be forgotten, and at times it falls deafeningly, like those voices in your head that never stops.

Oftentimes at these moments, things of the past haunt me. All of it returns - those parts of me that I rarely go back to. The things that happened to me that made me what I am now; those long-lost words, glances, thoughts, that people shared with me; all those lingering touches and whispers from the people I treasure the most; my mistakes, all my doubts, the fear of those surely-will-end happiness ending. I wander up on these memories and drown myself with them, as the rain continues to say hello and goodbye hastily from outside the window. I know, I know - it's bittersweet and nostalgic and all, and a man shouldn't have to deal with these kinds of, er - things, but I can't help it. Maybe it's because of the rain. It doesn't always come, but when it does, it stays for a while. While drenching everything.

And..

Maybe I've said this a lot of times before (I can't remember, I haven't checked past entries) - but I frequently, at times reaching the point of always, feel the need to talk to someone. Of course I have friends. I have people around me. They are available and can listen whenever they like. I'm not sure what the problem is, but they don't seem to fill the need. Maybe I'm the problem. I've always felt this way, wanting someone to know what I think, what I feel, what I wanted to say - although truthfully, that someone who would listen, who would just stay quiet and look at me and sigh and on occasion, smile - doesn't really exist. People would come, ask me questions, listen a little, tell me their stories and what they think - and go.

As much as I could I avoid asking for favors and requests from people, because I always feel I ask too much. But when the time comes, I'd probably need to.. well, ask.

Can somebody, for a change, stay?