No, the bulgy wasn't due to the depriving of sleep. But of crying. For like an hour? And the blanket and pillow were wet. Miss you(s), who are so near yet so far. The unfamiliarity. You know, I'm actually jealous.
Busy. At least, something to deal in getting rid of the thought. Not really tired physically, but emotionally. You know, the heart is really painful that I thought I need pain killer to avoid the abrupt malfunction. And it's as though, bleeding.
Pretended to be very busy, pretended to be very unconcern, pretended to cheat own self. Tears said it otherwise.
I love you(s) still. Days of this kind are killing. As though the self had vanished.
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