Finally a day's gone. Great job to me for suppressing the temptation to text. Soon enough, I guessed I'll withdraw from everyone. It's so tough to live the day without texting you and I very well know it's time to grow up and be mature, to be precise, independent. The photo's definitely serving its purpose but I should return you or keep it for my benefit. Words spoken can't be retrieved and ya, even though I want to ask if you've recovered, I know I shouldnt poke my nose into your affairs. Smiling, laughing and putting a facade is just parts and parcel of life and I can't deny that the hypocritical I am, forcing to laugh like I really am laughing from the bottom of my heart when the others are really laughing heartily. Oh well, is this the act of karma? No longer texting, no longer smiling, no longer doing something happy. I should get used to the silent phone and constantly wait for the messages to come in, no? Such a wimp and a nagbag, aint I? SIGH. okay. enough. I know I have nothing to hold on to. At the very least, those memories fill the gaps I'm feeling, sometimes.

I'm more than just dejected.