31-March-2014
Monday
6:23 A.M.
Life is what we make it... Or I should say my life is what you made it. It's hell. No hopes, no dreams, no happiness. Every dark night ends with a bright sunshine ray. I am waiting for that ray to end the darkness of my life. Three weeks have gone by now. Is anything changed? No.. I still miss you the same way. I still cry. I still miss every little thing we used to share. I miss my own smile.
I feel a void within me. I had never imagined all this will affect me so much. We used to fight, we stayed away ... sometimes for hours and sometimes for days too but there was always a hope that we'll be together. Those smiley fights, those . . . . (Dots) chats during fights, those I love you, I love you more, I love you even more, I love you more and more fights, those stupid chats... I miss them all. Every single bit of it. I try hard not to cry, not to be sad, not to be so silent but at some or other point my all efforts go in vein.
It feels so awkward when people are around me, talking to me and I can't pay attention to what they are saying to me. My eyes well up for no reason and I don't get how to hide my tears. I don't know how to handle all this.
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