the reminders.
the change in phone numbers.
the change in networks.
the fact that next year is gonna suck camel balls tahap dewa.
just bracing myself for whats to come.
if i think this is bad...
i don't think anybody would wanna see the state i'll be in by mid next year.
no more wishful thinking cause obviously lucky stars were never meant for me.
i just wanna get through this without holding my breath in hopes i will stop crying this late at night.
the nicotine buildup is making this holding-breath business a bit troublesome.
get ready for the detachment folks.
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