NO LONGER SAD
More like numb really. Thankfully, though, it has nothing to do with the sheer impossibility called E this time. Or my seeming misfortune in most often falling for, well, unavailable men (emotional idiots or otherwise).
I wake up each day, work till midnight, go home, sleep, then wake up again. And so goes my life. My ability to smile has exponentially diminished. I wouldn't be blogging right now except that I'm nearing insanity and I just need to vent. Just when I get my stuff to work, something else breaks and it's never ending debugging. Endless. Fuck.
I'm tired. But that's better than being sad, I guess. Plus there's no point being sad about impossible things. I know that. Only somehow my heart doesn't seem to understand that. It keeps on hoping. Like it's hanging on to some promise that he'll be back in a couple of weeks.
Sieggy told me "Do you know what love is? Love is dreaming of somebody and wishing you won't wake up." Yeah.