One Hundred and Forty Seven
I’ve had better days.
On days like this, all I feel like doing is lying in bed with the aircon on and just staring at the ceiling and crying till i feel better. It’s not that something’s wrong, but just a mental breakdown. It’s not that i’m angry or sad or upset but it’s that kind of feeling where you just wonder about everything and think of all the ‘could have been’. It’s kind of a smothering feeling.
[I saw you today, walking into the foodcourt. But instead of being ecstatic and all, I swore, turned and walked away as fast as I could. I think you saw me. Val said you did. But hey, what dyou expect me to do? I don’t wna be some stupid clingy desperate bitch, I really don’t. So just for this couple of months, I just hope that I would see less of you, to make me forget everything, to start off on a clean slate when Y2 comes. My SP girls keep telling me I deserve better. My YCK girls keep telling me that someone better will come along. But it’s not like this is the first time. History just keeps coming back to fucking mess up my life. Maybe I’ll die a lonely bitch.]
