Monday, July 22, 2013;
♥ 7:35 PM
For once, I really didn't feel like going home. Despite how tiring it has been today, how Monday-bluey I've been feeling, my face just won't force a smile on itself at the stroke of 6, and I'm starting to dread the journey home. For its gonna be a long lonely journey from today onwards.
I never saw it coming. I've never expected the withdrawal symptoms to be SO BAD. After nearly 2 months or so (well on and off), the time has come for me to be hit back to reality. Gotta start getting used to being alone all over again. I've gotten too used to, and too comfortable with your company and presence. So much so that it feels really empty right now, really empty.
And it's funny how God seems to be playing a joke on me. I was strolling so slowly, and the bus that takes me to the next train station had to arrive just in time. And it's funny how I automatically go back to the same spot I had been to every single day all these while, sitting at the same bench, seeing the trains come and go, as if waiting for someone. I actually had to make conscious effort to tell myself that I'm going home alone from today, I'm waiting for no one. Or I might just continue the routine of sitting there, watching trains come and go, till you appear from the crowd.
The bus ride was a torture.
The train ride was just simply unbearable.
What a horrible start to the week. But guess that's gonna be it for the next 4 days.
Better start getting used to your absence, before you officially disappear.
the voice of truth
tells me a different story
the voice of truth says
'do not be afraid'
