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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Its such an irony..

I always thought i have many close friends. But when i needed someone to lend a shoulder to cry on, i couldn't find any. Serene ended work late,and i didn't want to disturb her rest. I cant let go of myself and cry in front of Roger either. I scrolled down my phone book, wanting to look for someone but it just seems so hard...

I didn't expect this to hit me so hard. Probably because i still see you everyday. Some days i'm ok. On other days, it got so bad that i just need to take a breather somewhere. Sitting alongside Boat Quay alone looking at the river made me feel slightly better. Sometimes, things got so bad that i feel i'm like i'm going to suffer from a nervous breakdown.

Wanted to text you, but i know you wouldn't reply. Wanted to call you but i wont know what to say to you and you probably wont pick up. Wanted to look for you at your house but i don't know what is the purpose of me doing that. Friends started to scold me for harboring the thought of quitting just because of this. They are not wrong. But i feel that they don't understand the agony of going to office everyday, without motivation and dreading it.

Seems like you are feeling much better this week which is really good for you. Hope you can get back your chirpy smile soon :)

Blogged @ 11:38 PM
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