It's the third week already, time flies, which is a good thing.
Things are looking up, thank God. Work is getting busier, friends are getting closer, family is well, family.
So, things are pretty much awesome.
On the outside, that is.
I try not to put up some stupid sad face whenever I meet people when I actually want to look miserable. I try not to ruin the happy mood with my bad mojo. Haha.
Inside,
is still pretty much chaotic.
The questions I ask myself every single day.
The answers I might not get forever.
The longing and missing, as cheesy and stupid, of him.
Plus, knowing that he seems happy, that breaks me the most.
I am all miserable and he seems happy.
Maybe because he didn't love me as much.
Maybe he wanted it to end but didn't want to end it himself.
Maybe because he didn't love me as much.
Maybe he wanted it to end but didn't want to end it himself.
Maybe because I did the leaving, but I left for a very good and solid reason.
Lies shouldn't be tolerated.
See, my post is all jumbled up.
But things are looking up,
and from where I am right now,
I have nowhere to go but up.
:)
