Its been awhile, I'm glad that at the end of the day I came back.. Back to writing (typing in this case). I thought it was something that I've lost, I never realised that I wasn't inspired enough.

It's 2016, things have been... the same. Drama is somehow inevitable, even when you do the right things. That's one lesson learned this year.

Another lesson learnt is that, getting fucked over by your love of 7 years, DOES NOT prepare you for upcoming heartbreaks. Initially, I thought, I've went through worse, 7 years of just lies, bullshit etc, but I was wrong. Dead wrong. Cause it could get worse or the same thing all over again. Waking up to that hole in your chest, with drops of water making its way rapidly across your cheeks from your eyelids. As you calm yourself down, you realise that all it is, is just missing the person. Missing their presence, their "Good Morning" and their "Good Night" and how those days are just part of your memories.

Memories that you can't recapitulate.

I miss you. More than you could imagine.. More than I could ever thought. 


As tears well up on your eyebags, you realise, that you're 'not okay' enough to talk about it.

04052020 [edit]:

"Finally breaking up with the person you have loved for 7 years isn't easy. The amount of time, patience, put in that relationship was not something he has ever appreciated. It was unfair of me to say 7 years of just lies bullshit etc, but, I did find out that he was sneaking around talking to other shitfaces the last 2 years before we broke up. 😄😛 it's only amusing now, cause we're all past that. 😊"