12 a.m. and here I am, in front of the computer, blogging again. Feeling afraid to off the lights for I know, the moment they're turned off, my eyes will be flowing unstoppable tears.

Crying myself to sleep is turning into a habit soon. I read what I'm not supposed to again and the ache somewhere deep inside is unbearable. It's a deep cut that no one can cure, but me. For once, please stop aching..

Because of you, I have had enough of misery and it's so unfair. I'm here suffering all by myself and I bet that you're probably sleeping soundly under the blanket without a single thought how much hurt you've done to me. fuck everything. I need to sleep and concentrate on my studies dammit.

nights.