hell.. death.. and LOVE

i'm down here in sm north waiting for my friend at the gym. i had coffee, walked around, bought new clothes, ate dinner, saw some friends, and again, walked around.

while i was smoking, i can't help looking down at the cars that pass.. i was trying to spot his corolla, and was hoping that he'll fetch me... i was imagining that he was still gonna be there to bring me home. the feeling of being there alone was horrible. am i that desperate to still hope for his return after every damn thing that happened?

i fight the tears that fall down my eyes, i look stupid already. i hate being in this situation. i hate feeling so sad and down.

my friend's here already.. more updates soon.

-the queen