I miss you quite terribly.

& I'm not sure how to make this less painful.

Everything I do, wherever I am, reminds me of you.

It gets harder to fall asleep at night.

10 more weeks.

It seems so far away.

I've been through worse.

But I'm not sure how I got through these past 2 months.

I'll just have to remember how to do it for the next 10 weeks.

I really, really miss you.

& you won't have any idea how much.

Not even close.

I Almost Do

I miss him.

Hell, like a lot.

And I just want to tell you

It takes everything in me not to call you

And I wish I could run to you

And I hope you know that

Everytime I don't, I almost do

I almost do, I almost do

This surprised me this morning when I woke up.

Doaku untukmu sayang, semoga selamat di dalam.

Dreading the week ahead but, looking forward to next weekend.

Abang Din's wedding! Finally!

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She's in Singapore right now and I will be seeing her for the next few weeks.

I have a feeling she'll immediately notice my emotional instability.

It's been a hectic week. & I was so emotionally disturbed on Thursday after all that unnecessary nonsense happened. I swear, I've never hated anyone I don't even know well this much. My centre's admin really asked for a kick in the face from me that day. Ugh. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. But seriously, this won't be the last time. It's only the beginning of much worse things that could happen. I don't even know what it is about me that she's against with.

Sigh. I'm not myself anymore. I am a different person now, and I am fully aware of that. The things that happen at my centre changed me. 

When it comes to school, I always look forward to it because it meant meeting my awesome friends who make classes less boring. I have supportive friends who are willing to lend a hand anytime. But when it comes to work, I dread the day ahead because I don't know what would happen. The only thing I look forward to is meeting the children. The children who greet me excitedly all the time when they see me. :')

I want my own class to teach next year. I don't care how tired it makes me. If it pulls me away from Mrs Sing, I'm willing. If it could make me happier with my own bunch of students, I'm willing. What I'm not wiling is to be someone's sidekick and be wronged at any time when it won't even be entirely my fault.

I hope she really leaves next year. Or just work part-time again for the morning classes.

I miss Ahmad.

Even better, I miss my old self. 

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