I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was.

Some days are harder than others.

Some days I can't even think.

Some days I can't eat or sleep.

Some days I can't even leave my bed.

Some days I feel like giving up.

Some days are okay.

Some days I don't even cry.

Some days I don't miss you as much.

Some days I don't need to fake a smile.

Some days I almost feel happy again.

Some day, I know I will be okay.

(via runawaytrain)

Prata in the morning, tuition just now. I think I'm going to the library to drop off some books later and reserve some more. I think I should go there to study, or something. Maybe I should head out to Macdonald's. Hmmm. I haven't even done anything about the cartoon on Geography yet, fuck. There's so much to do and so little time.