The last entry was about my kinda-dumped, but I feel this loss feeling more. Feels like I lost my memories. Not that I forgot it, there's just nobody to talk about it anymore. What was I holding on to? That's the question.

There it goes!! The end of the story.
I hate it when it happens.I start to feel miserable about the time spent.
What I hate most is that it doesn't feel REAL.
It all happened inside a computer and a cell phone.
Eventually everything will disappear.
Messages, mail, recent call records... everything.
He's still the same person inside me. Same person as 10 years ago.
But reality is differnet. That's what I said to my friend the other day, isn't it?

These 3 months... did I waste it?
Or was it good enough?