Thursday, March 04, 2004
48 hours alone without my baby, and I had spent 22 hours sleeping. That's all I feel like doing, to drown myself into deep slumber till I get to see him again.
Just had a 15 minutes phone call with him, seemed like he's doing pretty well inside. I'm glad. A few more minutes and it'll be bedtime for him. For me, I'll have to wait in anticipation till the next day, when I can hear his voice again.
Damn, I'm really so lost without him. It seems like I couldn't function normally without him by my side. I can't seem to do anything, except to sleep and miss him. God, I am so addicted to him.
Joey told me I'll get used to this soon, maybe I will. But for now, all I can see is long days of loneliness. All I can wish is for myself to be craddled in his arms. All I can hope is to be with him again soon.
I really ought to pull myself up. I'm thinking of a shopping spree with Joey, a movie or a coffee session with Clara. I could finish decorating my room too. And look out for jobs to support my extravagance. There's in fact lots of things for me to do.
It's just that without him be my side, I just somehow couldn't do all those. I sound so pathetic don't I?
I miss him so much, it feels like a part of me is gone too.