Me.Hungry.Emtionally Sulty

Ok.. Enough about gloomy thoughts already.. My blog is turning to sad that i might not even want to read it anymore. *terrified face*

Am still sitting in the kitchen, still blogging.. I must say that my previous post was not very well done but i'll touch it up when i think about it... Was listening to my Elva CD on the way to work.. Its been 5 years since i last touched the CD. Yes.. Its been that long. That's because i couldn't bring myself to listen to it as it brought back memories of my first boyfriend. Yupz.. 5 fucking years ago.. It took me 5 years to forgive that bastard. *considers* Given the current situation, i predict the next time i'll put on a pair of Levi's jeans would be in 2008 and the nex time i buy specs with thick plastic frame would be in 2009 and the next time i buy an orange tee shirt would be in 2010. *HmmmM*

Its just me. I'm strange. I usually find something to associate it with my ex-bf so that i can physically and mentally blocked them out of my life. Thing i that purposely avoid doing or buying. Strange? I don't think so. It's just process that i go through everytime so it became a habit. Maybe its because i've been hurt so many times that i actually recover faster now than i did before. I think the damage level is about 1/4 of me so i think i should be able to let things go in another month's time. Of course, this is just an estimation. Actually, its very hard to tell how fast emotional wounds heal. And even if they heal, scars still show. I've got lots to show too.

STOP

I'm being emotionally sulty again.

STOP

Am feeling very hungry right now as i worked very late and i had no time/mood to eat anything. As a result, i'm feeling pains in my stomach again for the tenth millionth time. I'm upset because i'm hungry. I'm feeling angry because there's nothing in me (both emtionally and physically). Argh.. This is one of those irritating days that are hard to get through. I foresee a tough week ahead of me.

Times like this i just want to curl up in my bed, under my blanket and sleep. I think i shall do that tonight.. Make myself a nice warm cup of Milo, put on a jazz CD, curl up in my bed and read "The Hobbit".

*tIng crawls out of the kitchen and collapses onto her bed.*

Am i all alone in this universe?
There's no love on these streets.
I've given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway.