Five months. And I'm laughing and smiling and talking loudly as usual.

But sometimes I still want to die.

Ang sakit-sakit pa rin..........

It's especially hard on Fridays and Saturdays -- days we used to hang out. I'd get all dressed up and I'd be bursting with excitement.

Now you're...I don't know. I know nothing. About you. About life in general.

I'm so lost.

What's the point of being alive if you can't even fucking live?

Another night filled with dreams of you. Will this never end?

I'm losing strength, hope, and courage.

After a fun weekend, I feel like I am losing it and once again being enveloped by darkness.

Oh save me. Please.

If you are the one then I would wait for you.

But if you are the one then I wouldn't have to wait for you.

Or are there exceptions? And if there are, are you one of them?

I dream about you. Every night. And every day I wake up by 6am. Like clockwork ( Read more... )

Because if you were, you'd be with me. Things would have worked out.

You wouldn't have left me.

Cause if you are the one then you would never have left.

I'm going a little batty wondering where you are. Who you're with. What you're doing. But I don't have the right anymore. And I need to let you stretch the rubber band.

But I don't think you're going to come back when you're all stretched out. I think you snapped the rubber band already.

I read the book too late.

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Save me. Save me. Save me.