Dear diary,

I thought I’m recovering but the fact is, I’m not.

I just woke up from my 2 hours nap. I had tons of bad dreams.

I dreamed of the times we had together. and inside my dream, we broke up once more.

This feeling is killing me and it is now dawn, my weakest momment. When the sky turn black from blue, my mood fluctuates and I always end up in the bottom of a mathematical curve.

I’m stucked in a corner; my work station, listening to a tons of minor keys soundtracks. Ya, that’s making me feel worse.

The smell of cologne fills my room, it’s from downstairs. I suppose it’s the bachelorette from the downstairs unit getting ready for a date.

I’m trying hard to remember my recent happiness, the greatness of my stranger and my family that needs me very much. Those are the only things that makes me strong. I’ll seek for more.

I hope I was in yesterday night, Budweisser makes me feel good.

But in my life, I kept reminding myself, I shouldn’t have any hopes anymore.

I think I need to prevent myself from having afternoon naps from now on. It’s making me sick.