I should be out by 3pm but i'm still here in the office. I've heaps of things to do yet i couldn't think anymore. I'm f*ckin trying hard to be with people so i wouldn't feel the emptiness. I wouldn't feel alone. So i would not miss him, i wouldn't think of him... It's all gone...
I still have this little hope inside of me that we could work things out. Looking back how we started, it was almost perfect! I could not ask for more during those days. It was really magic! Yet things aren't really permanent. As days went by, we discovered our imperfections, our flaws... We tried to hold on... Yet, we've been struggling for the past 2 years. I heard all the unpleasant things I could ever hear in my entire life... It's a fact that I'm really hurting right now. I don't want to feel the same old shit. I hate the feeling of being alone... I hate it. I thought i'm strong... The more i think is the more i'm getting hurt yet I'm insisting myself to cry but tears aren't falling down. Am i numb? Actually, it's harder to feel this way. I wouldn't want to breakdown anytime soon...