so after a year and 3 months, i guess its over. I'm still in denial. i keep thinking ur gonna come back n give me another chance but some part of me says this is what i need, to be alone and figure things out. confused? these days i just try not to think, cos i cant help but hurt when i do. numb doesn't even begin to describe how i feel. being in constant morphine.. bottling it all up is pretty much how it is. of cos withdrawal from the world is an obvious, but i don't have space to be alone, so constantly keeping it together with a big smile plastered on my face when everyone ask how r u is a must. no i haven't told anyone else than the bff, not even my sisters.
the first week is suppose to be the worst, now i don't know if i have hit the worse yet, prob not if im questioning myself. how did Tuesday turned so abruptly . just waiting for him to think this thru i guess. Tuesdays used to be my fav day, now its ntg more than a reminder of what I've loss
Tuesday morning-Michelle branch
pls don't drive me home tonight,cos i don't want to feel alone,
Tuesday morning in the dark, i was finding out who i was.
