Its 0133am, abit passed midnight, and the little start to a morning.
If I could just rant, I would have. It would had allow me to sleep better.
I've been tossing to my right looking at the wall and tossing to the left looking at my phone.
Still remember those days where it will be vibrating very frequently with your messages.
Well, it's quiet now.
Indulging my self with the radio when the laptop isn't around.
Ranting to my inner self when there's no one.
Mom is going out very often leaving me at home alone, surfing through Hbo, Cinemax, and Smv isn't helping either.
Sappy Love or Emo songs are abusive drugs when you listen to it in a long run.
Listen it for a weeks and you are stuck, then you switch songs, But when you are down, the songs haunt you back.
It's very mundane when there isn't you, why do I only realize after you are magically gone?
Oh wait, isn't that what "realize" is, knowing how hard the stab is when the knife is took off? Or when rebellious dettol comes to the so called rescue which bites you and make you scream?
And I thought I will be a happy jerk after everything was over, so well I thought.
And now, I am thinking about you without a reason.
How can the word "ironic" not explain everything that is happening now?
What am I doing now?
It's like a pilot hitting the auto pilot button while maneuvering the plane on ground.
This is not right, I need some light.
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