Downtrodden And Lorn
I still think I’m so stupid to trust you so much last time. I was so foolish to think you would always be there for me. I know I keep saying that I’m over it, but I can’t deny that these angry thoughts have been prodding my brain frequently for months.
It makes me sick to see you not bothered at all.
Confinement week over. It’s still horrible. I don’t want to go back in. But then again, it’s not as if I get total peace at home. Just what was life like before? I can’t remember anymore. I’m trapped in a virtual cage without the existence of a key.
I survived 9 days without music. You know how cruel is that? I cannot bring my mp3 player in. But does it matter anyway?
I miss seeing her smile, which makes me smile. I miss hearing her excitement, which makes me smile.
I met with Julian today for brunch. It’s sad how National Service can twist our life into something so bent and crumpled, it will never be the same again.
Toodles.