it's kinda funny how i think and feel the way i do...

i mean i understand that breakups are part of life... most people go through it... few are fortunate enough to meet THE ONE for their very first relationship...

breakups are common and normal...

yet somehow, i feel tt it's super hard to get over this one... it's as if i'm desperately trying to cling on to some remnant hope, some memory and not wanting to let go...

my emotional self seems to prevail over my rational self...

there's always this struggle.. telling myself to let go and telling myself not to let go...


fridays were our special days...
time which we spent with each other...
after a tiring, hectic week of postings, a day when we could really enjoy each other's company...

i always looked forward to fridays...

but now, fridays seem to have lost it's meaning and lustre.

somehow, every friday since the breakup, i just wanna go home. no more excitement to go out and have fun... even when friends suggest places to go, somehow i'm not interested...

how come???

it's so hard to learn to let go...