Doesn't she know that not hearing any word from her is ,to me, like hearing all the voices of the world at the same time. A heightened sense of things. I don't like to hear the rain, and now I can't stop hearing it. Pouring, I can't sleep. The buzzing sound of the computer, the door, the footsteps, my cellphone rings and I kept on expecting that it's her. But it's not. It's my brother and I HATE HIM.
All I need is her voice.
Then I'll calm, I'll be able to sleep.
Doesn't she know that already?
- Mood:
Sadness - Listening to: I MISS YOU BUT I HATE YOU - SLANK
- Reading: The English Patient - Michael Ondaatje
- Watching: Lost In Translation - Sophia Coppola
- Playing: Nothing. I'm Depressed
- Eating: Indonesian Food
- Drinking: Milk
Loneliness
