It seems day after day I find it more difficult to wake up without feeling the urge to go back to bed the next second.
Went to my first IMC tutorial class after skipping the first two weeks - with legitimate reasons such as being lazy. Took a seat at the back roll thinking I’d be alone due to me being the only last semester journalism student but JQ (a friend) was nice enough to decide to sit beside me. She’s an attentive student and always willing to participates, so it is great to have her seated beside me.
After class she invited me to Starbucks along with her boyfriend and her friends to do our assignment (which I haven’t even touch yet) which is to be due next Monday. So I tagged along, meeting a few new people along the way. It was a good environment for me to start anew after my heartbreaking break up. There were so many people with their MacBook drinking their frappachino, I felt like a total loser taking out my notebook to write on it. No matter how many friends I have nor the kindness of my friendship with others I receive, it is difficult to keep her off my mind in the lonely nights.
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m really stupid or brave to love someone that much. Sometimes I really blame myself. Sometimes I ask myself if it worth it. And every time I don’t know.
