Bad news, I might not be possible to graduate this year, means another year apart from you. I can only register to bloody 3 subjects, I want 5!! I wanna go home soon and curled up with you in the sofa, watching movies. Oh sweet jesus I miss those time so bad, when I fall asleep with your voice still talking to me, singing your awful song and I'd wake up finding silly pictures you doodled for me.
And even you drew me as an ugly witch with frizzy hair, I would still good-morning-sunshine you. See how nice I was?
It's been a rough week for me, that kind of week when I don't feel homey at home, when I'm so lonely I start talking to my reflection, when I think I'm as ugly as a duck, when my eyes are all black and tired, when my legs are tired as hell but I can't sleep, when I miss you the most.. I wanna cry but you know my tears won't simply fall, I miss you.
I know this storm will eventually pass, it always have, just like you once said that I've been through hundreds of those hell, so another one is just a piece of cake.
It's just, it seems harder, I think I'm getting old, my steps are heavier. And bad habits, they stay, even getting worse, I'd drown others closer to me when it comes to bad days, and will start the engine alone and drive away after the storm pass. I want to stop this, I have to, well, frankly I don't know how. I don't know how to be sane when you're not around.
I'll talk to you later.
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