Ria is set to tour the world to forget a tragic dark past. A past that made her feel dead inside. She starts a blog named "The Travelling Corpse" to document all of her struggles and adventures. Along the way she meets the guy from her childhood fan...
I was able to pull my ass out of bed today which is a great accomplishment for me these days. You see on my way here at Singapore, I met a fine lad at the plane and I went out to watch their band play earlier this night. It's the first time I felt that I was living again after dying.
For a couple of hours, I forgot the pain. I laughed and smiled and even sang. And then I came back here at my hotel room and made the most stupid mistake of checking my Facebook feed. And there it is, right before my eyes, my wedding, my dress, my cake and my husband wed to a different girl.
Everyone looked happy as if they were all celebrating my pain. I almost didn't feel the tears as they escaped my eyes. I feel numb. I feel nauseous. I need to order another bottle of wine.
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June 23 06:36AM
Sleep has become my escape after all of these happened. It's my safe haven; the only time I can stop myself from thinking about him, us and them. But apparently, sleep is no longer safe for me.
You see, I dreamt that he was right here with me like it was real. I was in this room, wearing this clothes that I am wearing right now. He said he came back because he realized he loved me more. I was so happy. He hugged me and kissed me as tears started rolling down my eyes. I terribly missed him and now he's back. And then large mirror appeared right in front of us. I looked at it and the reflection wasn't me. I wasn't me. I was her. The girl he chose.
They kill me even in my sleep. I don't know what to do anymore.
