it's been two years, and i'm still checking to see if you're okay, trying to get whatever short glimpses i need to make myself content...
maybe it's not for the same reason anymore, but it will still comfort me greatly.
i wish you all the best.

stressed. tired. discomfort all over.

hang in there, just 4 more months, and i'll be free from this.

i miss the times we've messaged each other all day long, knowing full well that you don't have free sms. the times we used to facebook message even though i barely had any battery left in my phone. the times i'll tell you about my troubles and you'll tell me about how some random people are making out at your table. the times i'll say i'm hungry and you offer to bring me chocolate. those were the days.
how we've both grown. we're both loaded now with responsibilities, with problems neither of us can take alone. but now, we're facing them on our own. to say i miss you isn't exactly accurate. rather, i miss our shared memories. the times when you weren't being so mean to my friend, the times when you were somebody i could trust.

if you ask me what i missed the most, i'll say the confidence without the cockiness.

i wish i could talk to you like before, but not anymore. we've grown up, and grown apart.

so stressed. i don't know who else can understand, but at least i'm trying.
back i go to reports and assignments.
exams in 3 weeks but still stuck on assignments. good job.