Gosh. it's almost 6am, having a bowl of cereals. & about to watch Teen Wolfs, Spakzi introduced to me. it will be good in helping to take my mind of everything. Damn pictures! they bring back such great memories but fuck it. i'll start reminiscing. it's killing me on the inside and yet i try so so hard just to be alright. i tell myself repeatedly; get over it get over it, you're doing just so fine before you met him and it should remain the same when he leaves. no doubt, i did had a great night at Butter just now despite how i was frankly feeling, this prolonged dull pain. Sighs.
