Still feeling empty. Every smile, every laugh feels fake. Wonder if it shows through. I think I still walk by with a sour or, if you're lucky, an expressionless face. I am very sorry to those people who have to endure me; I'll try my best to regain the "old me". I don't know whether I am going through a grieving process; things were and are not that bad actually... But still, this feels like denial. Or it is acceptance?
He still calls to wake me up for sahur. Now and then, he buzzes me in the Yahoo Messenger. I'm taking it in a stride; I feel that if I tell him to stop doing them, it represents my weakness.
Anyway, I hope all my platelets are going to my heart, to patch up the big deep wound I have inside. Keep the enemies out. And let me fill it with some kind of feeling again.
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