The Fall. Day Three.

So yeahh. I woke up early in the morning at 8AM, and snuggling in my bed no longer means anything special to me. It's just, lying on a old piece of crapped out junk? Yeah man. That's it. And even so, I still can't resist peeking at my phone even when I'm half-asleep, with a heavy heart (and I mean very very heavy), with my hopes still subconsciously drawn high up for your text, for your that "Can chat? :)" message. Once again, you failed my expectations of you. And I'm feeling the brunt of the blow, on and on again. It's really hard to believe that in just three days, our communication literally just broke off. Totally.. :'( I'll never ever get over it. I am still up now, and yet I still can't help but glance at my phone over and over again at times. Haishh~ have you really forgotten me? Or should I blame myself that you're no longer the same? I scared you yesterday. :/ I did, and hell fuck was I doing at all?!