It's a week since i've heard those words which cut me like a knife. I thought I had been doing so well at the beginning, until this weekend when I've finally said my final goodbye. It hurts so much, to the point that it's silly. My mom gave me a meat bun for tea today & I can't believe I simply started tearing because I remembered how he had always enjoyed those pork buns & he would always wear that intense look of concentration whenever he ate something new. Furthermore, I've been out late almost every night, and that was meant to help me crash into bed without thinking about this. Yet, I find myself staying up until 5am in the morning, reading the last thread of email over and over again, taking advice from the ipod shuffle function, crying until I was exhausted enough to sleep. I can't help being like this... for now.
I stay up late to take a break from trying to be strong.
This place is being haunted by the ghosts of you & me, my failures and dissatisfaction. I need a fresh start. I need a change of scenery. I need to find myself again.
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