I hate...

...crying myself to sleep.

...waking up with tears flowing.

...not being able to sleep.

...fighting the urge to call him. I so wanna hear his voice.

...feeling the disappointment when I did not hear from him. But what do I expect right?

...losing appetite and not eating.

...feeling miserable.

...being unable to cheer myself up.

...being caught in a situation like this.

Why can't we return to the beginning, where we were just friends - hanging out in a group, the nice long conversations, the shy smiles, simple jokes and goofing ard...
I want to know he's happier than before.

Gone.

And so I'm right, girlie and dreamy stuff dun happen to me...

He's gone, frm my life. Just like tat.

Makes me wonder, why did we start? I guess I'm dumb.