Addicted to this.

I miss you
I miss being overwhelmed by you
And I need rescue
I think I'm fading away
But I keep thinking that you'll wake me up with a whisper in my ear
I keep hoping that you'll sneak in my room

So I wait and I wait
And I run old scenes through my tired head
Of the days we laid by the school and said forever
Was that the best I'll ever be

I miss you
I miss talking all night long with you
And I need this to find a way to your home
My love can you hear me
Have I been hoping loud enough, wishing hard enough
Can you see me when I'm asleep all alone - alone

So I wait and I wait
And I run myself in the same old circles
I sit and I stare
And I run old scenes through my tired head
Of the days that we laid by the school and said forever
Was that the best I'll ever be

Can't keep my hands from shaking
Stumbling through the wreckage again
But you're gone

So I wait and I wait
And I run myself in the same old circles
And I sit and I stare
And I run old scenes through my tired head
Of the days that we laid on our backs and said forever
Was that the best I'll ever be
Was that the best I'll ever be
Was that the best I'll ever be

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The Heatwave event was quite a blast! Aside the fact that I had to climb up and down, from block to atrium back to block then back to atrium, then to the student plaza then back to atrium and back to student plaza again. It doesn't stop there actually. But I'm way too drained to keep going.

Now, I'm just waiting in my office for my ride back home! =) How nice. Don't have to suffer the tediously long bus rides and an interminable transition.

Sigh. I suppose it's the period. PMS kicked in pretty bad this time. Influenced me to make a lot of decisions my non-PMSy self wldnt make. Well, ok, it's only a decision. But it's an important one. I guess it's for the better. After all, I'll be leaving this sunny little island for the land down under in less than a year, and then, I don't wanna have to cry for the things I've got to leave behind. But leaving for Aust isn't the reason. It's an excuse. A comfort factor.

Ppl regret. Regret giving up, regret not trying, regret not putting in their all. Humans also lament on certain things which they can't change. And if you can't change it, accept it. Accept it and move on. Sure it'll keep bugging you. Could it ever have worked? You'll ask yourself, over and over again in ur tired head. But things happen for a reason. For better or for worse. No point brooding over issues that only upset you right? So accept it, and move on. So much easier said than done.

They say, think abt the good times you had. Because drowning yourself in all the hate only means u have yet to let go. It leaves you still clinging on. I say, yes, begone with the bad times, but also good riddance to the happy. Good memories don't make you smile. Don't listen to those ppl who try to convince you into reminiscing the happy times. They're liars.

I hope in time, they'll fade. The past. Then it'll all fade. Everything. Even the person or ppl involved, the places scattered with memories, the starburst sweet warpers, the penguin water dispenser, the shoes. They'll all fade. And so will she.