my legs were jelly by the time i was in the train.

but i'm slowly getting used to the mental torture of it all. and the physical pain, too. and i'm also getting used to eating by myself during breaks. i don't know why i dreaded it so much in the past. it's not so bad, cause i'll have time to think and actually do things i want to do.

oh. and i like you. (:

i really, really, really like you. (:

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i think humans are scary. he called me crying. telling me he's sorry. and that he just doesn't want to see me hurt again. and then i broke down and cried. because i realised that what he said probably makes sense. if i've been doing nothing but give in, he will never stop taking from me. and even if this is the last chance, i'm hanging on to an overflowing heart. there's just no more space for me even if i did want to give him another chance.

i have enough to think about.

can i not fall in love and just not be able to love? can i not feel anything when i see couples kiss and hug and make out infront of me? can i please stop feeling so that i don't hurt anybody and nobody can hurt me? sigh.

goodnight lah.