Well, I've figured that as much as I try to live each day, each moment like everything is supposed to be the way it is... I still can't accept the fact that living without you is the toughest of them all. I tried my best at pretending, but I fail miserably at lying to myself. Somehow, I don't feel good without you, calling me or texting me everyday. You're nowhere I could reach, and I wonder if... if you still do think about me. I guess I'm just over-reacting. But how am I supposed to feel, when that one person who makes me the most gayest person in the whole universe, is just... not there anymore? I don't know what to do, nor do I know what to say. But this is starting to frustrate the hell out of me, feeling lost and clueless and not knowing why the hell am I doing here? I don't know. It's just not right, it's just not right any longer...