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09042010
Monday, June 7 || 10:36:00 AM
It seems like i can never forget the day where Darling love's birthday because it marks the start of the massive issue. Due to last of sleep, i spoken something out of impulse and yes, i think he took it to heart and therefore things turned sour, and then, his heart left me. The date is 09042010 and it's going to be 2 months of being single, 2 months of emo-ing and 2 months of adapting.
Isn't 2 months sufficient? why do i still feel the heartache which i don't tell people? Everyone thinks that im recover from the breakup, seeing me happy and smiling. But why, why do i feel a pinch of aching whenever im all alone or the thoughts of him in my mind.
No doubt, i still miss him. Despite what he did, what i did and what we did not do. Maybe we should have a official talk to conclude the breakup because everything to me seems so incomplete.
I know im stupid to be missing him and i will be making alot of my friends frustrated because i aint moving on. But believe me, im. Bit by bit, steps by steps, day by day. Just let me immersed into the world of drinking, getting drunk. Maybe it will be better for me now. Insomnia sucks big time, Seriously. Especially nights when you dream of him, it's helpless.
I need to be strong, i know that.
Give me time, give me faith and give me hope.
With love,
Karine
