Evening
coffee was good last night. it was a nice feeling talking to somebody who may not have the same problem as mine but still relates to what i am feeling at the moment. we stayed at rob until 9pm, going home, it was like a trip down memory lane. i passed by places which were very significant to us, especially during the first 2 years of our relationship...
upon arriving home, i thought sleeping will be easier especially because i was dozing off in the office earlier. but unlike the previous days, i can't sleep again. you know what i did? i called him up... yeah, again. but he wasn't home. maybe he was still in school, or maybe he was off to someplace enjoying his new found freedom...
Afternoon
i cried in the bathroom for the nth time. i can't help it...
Morning
i called him once again before going to work. but as usual, he hanged up on me. he made it clear that he doesn't want to talk nor see me again. i texted sir quevedo asking how morch is, he said he seems ok, still obsessed in his studies. i went to work crying, again.
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