Woke up to a motherfucking alarm reminding me of the 10 monthversary.
Almost threw my phone at the wall.
Why the fuck on earth didn't I turn it off when it ended?
Well,
it's 10 months today, should we still exist.
These few days, the feelings just sunk in.
Making me feel all lethargic and sad and depressed.
And having mutual friends who don't know it's over isn't helping, especially when you get a co-mention on Twitter, I swear I died a little seeing my name and his name together. HAHA.
And I am going to a few places we liked to go and the process of disassociating him from those places, just hard.
How I'd go to Starbucks and be reminded of his love for Hazelnut Hot Chocolate.
How I'd go to McDonald's and be reminded of his love for the chicken porridge and how he likes his food without the sauce.
How I'd go to Alexis and be reminded of his love for pavlova.
How I'd order cocktail sausages at TGV or chicken meatballs at GSC and catch myself telling, 'No sauce please', because that's how he likes them.
Don't even get me started that every single time my mom cooks asam pedas, my heart skips a beat.
The list is endless.
I really don't know how to move on other than telling myself he's not a good guy, well, he's not good for me. But then I question how stupid I was for not realizing that.
And then I'll be all sad.
It's a vicious cycle.
And I probably have to go through this for another 3-4 months.
Bless me.
