Imagine! It's 8+ in the morning and I'm awake. And it's not because I haven't slept all night long! I actually did wake up from my slumber land!
Well, that's mostly because I slept my sunday away and when I tried to study for my test (later this evening), I was pmsing so badly that there was nothing I could do. Not even sleep, but I kind of forced myself to retire early anyway.
It was such a horrendous night. Instinctively, my neighbours didn't try to irritate me. (Of course, I had PMS written over my face.) I was just mellowing in my own misery.
Sigh. What a familiar feeling.
I think I've somewhat moved out of the "devastated" phrase, but unfortunately, had strolled into the "angry" one. I just find it so hard to contain all that anger and anguish that I would often go hysterical. Screaming inside though.
I just cannot comprehend why I have to be subjected to such misery when all that 4 years and 7 months I had stood by him tirelessly and loved him whole-heartedly.
Of course, he has his side of story and I have mine. Maybe I shouldn't bother to question at all.
Whatever!
Okay I'm going to start studying.
Wish me luck.
