everytime the 25th draws near, i get all upset and grouchy.
i blame everyone for everything. i blame everyone but me. and then there are times i blame myself for everything.

im never gonna love christmas like i did before.
im never gonna love december like i did before.

22nd, the last family dinner.
23rd, noodlebar. the tears in mambo.
24th, timsum. the tears at clarkequay.
25th, the airport. the tears. the hugs. the dropping of bags. the everything. the mh608. the evening. the departure.

fuck. its freaking 6months. shouldnt i get over this?
and ive made it a point not to talk to anyone about this tonight or tomorrow night because i think ive whined enough to my friends. and yah to those who had to hear me whine about this whole issue again and again, im sorry.