0107hrs, back from a jog. There's smth strangely peaceful abt a midnight jog, even tho its the ghost month & there's so many joss sticks and shit lying arnd the estate. I rly needed this. The past few nights have been beyond horrible, w hurtful words being exchanged and times where my heart juz doesn't wna feel anymore. I had to constantly remind myself that I am tougher than i thought i was. & the worst thing is that as much as i love the night for its peace and tranquility, its also where my thoughts come to a stop and focus on what hurts the most.

I need to cry so badly, to love songs & whenever i have to mention anything abt you. Whether its sad, happy, angry tears it needs to fall and stop getting caught in my breath. What am i afraid of, you being a memory or that i stopped feeling for you? Who knws.

Time to sleep all these thoughts away,

each passing day will be a form of healing and forgetting.

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