fucking miss you.

listening to mayday songs and kept thinking about you.
thats fucked up.

displeased.

i still speak about you.
despite the shit you gave me.
so there are stories that i still share.
with friends & colleagues.
and they will give me the look.
but memories of you are still within me.
and burying them did not help either...

just drown.

right now its a feeling of helplessness.

how do i do?

going back to camp next week and i'm not sure how to pull through 2 weeks of it.
in the past it was always about you.
the thought of having you and being able to see you at the end helps so much.
i remember sleeping in a shellscrape for the first time ever.
it was a crazy day and i thought i could not last another.
that night the only thing in my mind was you.
it helped. alot.

is it more regular now?

somehow bumped onto some old files in computer.
one of them is a note listing your mensus dates.
remember how you asked me to help keep track?
i did. in fact it was in my calendar of my old phone too.
always wanted to make sure you were healthy.

i shouldnt have.

happened to look through our overseas trip photos and smiling to myself seeing the lovely shots taken.

gg.

clockwork fail.
no appetite.
no strength.
no desire.

biting dust.

your presence meant alot.

has it been the same for you?

fuck.

unable to move.

how long more do i need?
i don't know.
i still cannot live without knowing the truth.

with a cat.

googled "how to live alone".
LOL.