I didn't know what to make out of everything that had happened to me. I feel like I'm waking up from a deep sleep. I have no idea what to do with anything. I was left feeling vulnerable and sad. Ok, get this... I can't stand not speaking with him for an entire week. I know I just have to talk to him and be a part of his life. But I can get used to the idea that everything seems less complicated after we parted. I feel peaceful - even happy. I just don't know anymore. *sighs*

Ever felt that you need to be yourself to sort everything out? The thing is, I don't know if there's anything to sort out. I should have seen this coming. I should just let it go. I never should've tried anything to save it. Because he obviously felt differently towards it. I can't stand. What am I doing? What am I saying? After days of psycho-analysing myself, I still can't, for the life of me be happy for my decision.