5months.
It’s been. 5mths. I haven’t completely forgotten. Just so used t drinking, thinking. I guess. I’m numbed out.
Sometimes when I try t go back t th memories. Not because the feelings are still there. I’m just scared I might forget. Everything.
But it hits me though. Why did he wanted t talk t me about on whatsapp?
I have thought about asking him. But somehow or rather. I wouldn’t want t know. Just let it ride away. Start anew.
Cause who knows what awaits for us out there.
Oh and I’ve thought about it. Maybe I didn’t want t move on because simply his my ever first? And partly because I’m simply t lazy t find another.
I remember how tired was I when I was trying t forget this fling. So hard. Then he came along. At first I treated him like a rebound. Then time after, he became a companion. And now that, his leaving? I guess I’m tired of this. Lazy t move on? Thinking it’s true ‘love’. Hahah!
Words I use now. When I read back? I seriously want t kill myself out of clichèness. Hahaha!
Just a log.
If anybody reads this
Don’t hold it against me hahah!
