Nights like this, suck. Sitting on my bed, feeling physically drain, thinking about the only thing that has the power to screw me every single time. It has only been close to a week but it feels like it has been forever. As much as i hated to admit, how he didn't bother talking to me still affects me a little. And at the same time, my 'disappearance', obviously didn't affect him at all. As childish as it sounds, sometimes part of me really still wish he cares.
I hate how i take things so seriously all the time because i always end up being the one who have to clear that pile of shit when people leave. And honestly i'm tired of doing what i've always been doing. At the same time i can't bring myself to do the same to people because i know exactly how they are going to feel if people stop caring or start walking away from their life.
While i'm bullshitting right now, my eyelids are becoming heavier. HAHA. Shall head to bed now. Goodnight babies ;)