I don't even feel like blogging. Why am I doing this?
My head's kinda stuffed up from the fluids... post-crying.
I always feel like it never gets easier.
But then again, I guess it does. Because I've already stopped crying -- case in point.
Nonetheless, I was hyperventilating more than I usually do...
I thought about the time when G left Singapore
and I was in the car with my dad.
Couldn't help but shed some tears but miraculously sucked it all up
and barely cried till I got home and crawled into bed.
Crawling into bed...
That's the worst and best thing about Farewell Day.
It's the only thing I want to do, but it's the thing that sets me crying mostly.
Then I'll fall asleep with freshly cried eyes
and wake up with puffy red ones.
And a mild, throbbing headache a few hours after.
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The chocolates I bought the other day at the fair are still sitting on my table,
staring at me.
Tried my first one a little while ago; it was alright.
Hopefully my appetite for them will come back.
Or it'd be quite a waste to buy them only because I had a craving for alcoholic chocolates that were never fulfilled and went away. :/ Meh!
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Probs bedtime.
No work done today.
I just wanna crawl into bed...