Day 7. One week has passed. Lol I swear this has got to be the worst week ever. Slept at 4am on Tuesday and Thursday and 3am last night. What is sleep.
Day 7. One week has passed. I need to stop thinking about you. I don't want to forget. I don't want to "burn our polaroids" contrary to what I tweeted. I don't have the mental strength or the heart to do that. :( so yup. Our polaroids still stuck on my wall. Your things still on my table. Your notes still in my wallet. Your convos still in my phone. Your contact still saved in my phone. Your picture still my iPhone wallpaper. Doubt my picture is your wallpaper though right.
Day 7. One week has passed. Barely holding myself together. Gets worse every time people try to help me get over this. (But really, thanks for the good intentions, I appreciate it, it just hurts gah.)
Day 7. One week has passed. I will stop blogging about you. God this is so hard. I will forget about you just like how you've forgotten about me.
I wish that I could press rewind somehow.
