I miss you

Do you miss me too?

















Doubt it. Yapari, watashi no koto wa iranai desu.

Well,

goodbye.

I leave tomorrow, and I won't be seeing you for a while.












I Love You.

...

it's like I was built for loneliness.

WHEN WILL IT EVER BE ENOUGH

WHEN WILL YOU TRUST ME???


The fact that you don't, kills me.

Just you wait, simpletons. Just...you...wait.

I know you all, and will awhile uphold
Th unyok'd humour of idleness.
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted he may be more wonder'd at
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.

- Prince Henry, King Henry IV Part One, William Shakespeare

...

Fuck, the truth's a bitch.

Ignorance IS bliss.

I was better off in my own little den of turmoil and uncertainty than actually having my fears confirmed.

...

I don't know what just stole over me.

I thought I was over this.

Stephanie said I was over this.

Maybe because my counselling only took half as long is why I am still troubled now. She said that someone with my level issues would take a year to work through them and get over it. I closed my file within five and a half months.

Why did I snap that chopstick. Why did I grab that compass. Why did I grab that pen. Why was I frantically searching for scissors.

Why did I try to

I'm not even going to say it.

I promised myself I would never do that EVER again. But then again, I don't have a straight track record with promises I've made to myself, do I?

I'm so...

Just go to sleep.

Sleep.

Forget this ever happened.

Incomplete

The rain beats against my rooftop.

It's a blessed sound.

I feel like I can go to sleep to it, but I can't.

Because everything is empty without you.

I really don't want to disturb you since it's the day before everything is due, and you don't require any distractions from me. So, I'm writing here in the hopes that one day you'll read this and know that I'm always thinking of you.

But - yeah,

I don't know how you feel. HOW ARE YOU? Are you tired? Exhausted? How was working today? How have your assignments gone? Did you go anywhere, is Erica back yet?

I miss you and there's nothing I can bloody do about it.

I want to text you, but I don't to wake you up.

You must've been working so hard today. Rest now, Love.

I Love You.