bushed

I am tired. Literally.
Emotionally, mentally, physically.
Even though I am sad, I can't cry anymore...
I think all my tears have been used up.

I finally slept.
I haven't eaten a proper meal though.
But I've already already slept.
And I really hate the feeling of waking up.
Sleeping with no messages and waking up with no messages.
My phone's battery is going flat, but I don't even seem to care at all.

Wtf, it hurts to make this "little" adjustments.
Every little things makes up the huge one.
It's hard, but as I said... I'm trying.
I want my old self back.
Though, I can't get him back...
I want my old self back..
I just want to smile and everything.
How I wish I can follow people's advice.
Talk is cheap.
Yes. It is.

I was just reading Stephen's blog, and he mentioned..
"... a friend of mine, is like mourning over someone alive..."
-.-
I'm just sorrowful. That's it.
I think sometimes, I may seem to exaggerate my situation.
But trust me, whatever I'm saying is for real.
Actual thing.

I can't use my friendster.
I can't adjust all the things I've done there.
I can't even take a look.
Seriously, it hurts.
Same goes for my twitter.
Last night, when I used my livejournal...
I never thought all the post was almost all about him.
I did a quick scroll down, then water works came.


Day after day, I think I'm getting adjusted.

This may sound cliche but, I'll keep the memories inside my heart. Forever.
Like Katy Perry and I always say.. "How do I get any better, once I've had the best?"
Remember, Baby?

You said move one, where do I go?