Stop asking me if i am okay.
If i am feeling better.
Cos I'm not.

18 plus months in a relationship.
All the time and effort put in..
All gone.
Perhaps dissipated with the blow of the sigh.

19 months,
76 weeks,
532 days,
12768 hours,
766080 minutes.
All gone with that word from his mouth.
All out of impulse,
he said.

Should i be happy to regain my freedom?
Maybe i should.
Happy that i can go
drinking.
partying,
clubbing.
And meet up with my friends and i wouldnt have to worry about anything.
I dont have to care about his feelings and no worries about jealousy.

On the other hand,
i am very down.
I feel very empty.
I've lost someone i really love.
I am very very depressed.
I..
I just dunno what to do..

I know ultimately i will get over this but..
Its just too hard.

Thanks alot,
Justin and my Ying girlfriend.
Thanks for the accompaniment.
and of course,
new mole friend and buddy. (:

Out of all the unlucky and upsetting things that brought me down,
finally something good came.
I am invited to a school tea reception.
Because the school decides to give me recognition for excellence in academic performance.