The ghost of him lingers and suddenly I'm too afraid to go back to sleep. This will pass, I know. But in the meantime, this state of mind hurts like a bastard. It's even starting to get beyond the mind, no kidding. I realise that happiness is partly a will to be happy, because how else could it be that I could be so content and cruising about life one minute and cursing it the next?
Boy, I need to get a grip.
I was alright, really alright, before you came along. For awhile you fed me love. For awhile you fed me hope. But like the waves that come crashing in the sea, life turns up and down before my very eyes. And I'm struggling to stand up, unable to keep up.
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i feel you darling, i really do
:(
and the cold winter crap with the dark sky doesn't help either..
don't we just hate it?!?!
not the first, won't be the last either apparently... wish you were here!
hugs. take care dear.
u will get ur grip back.
damn gila juga. all three of us "putus" at around about the same time.
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