it’s never a perfect world.

i have no idea how i’m ever gonna handle things when he’s gone. he’ll be away for two years. i already have emoted about this thing thousands of times, but it never helps.

i know i could fnd a way to get over him, but the problem is i don’t want to. sometimes i laugh alone when i realize i’m probable out of my mind.

these days [at his last days with me], i train myself living the life without him. i only call him when necessary. i don’t kiss him anymore. i don’t hug him anymore. it has been so hard not to do those things, but it would be for my, our own good.

maybe i’ll just have to wait for things to pass over. it’ll all be okay.