Think of it this way, it’s like getting splashed with ice cold water or better yet getting a block of iceberg thrown at your face in the early morning.

It’s like the first time you got your period only you didn’t wear a napkin and you’re bleeding all over the place.

It’s like suddenly you cannot breathe because you’re being choked to death. BANGUNGOT.

It’s like unveiling the ultimate twist in a story that would make you go OH HELL TO THE NO.

I’m talking in riddles. I know. I’m sorry. I’m just really overwhelmed. I can’t even get myself to say it. DENIAL.

I must trust myself or let myself trust ME. Whoever that ME is. I must channel some sort of persona. Somebody who’ve I’ve learned not to rouse from the depths of my unconscious because that persona can really be the HYDE.

Dramatic. Theatric event. I’m left with another question to answer. AM I READY?

Of course I’m being a wuss. Always have. WHAT A WUSS.

OMG. Is this how a breakup feels like? Like you’re totally incomplete, broken and LOST? Why is it a lot similar in falling in love –hey I have to be consistent with the whole mush month-theme right?

Am I in denial?  I wanna be. Yes, because I want to believe that things will be alright. I want to dwell on the concept of happily ever-after. No goodbyes. Everybody remains to be happy. Everybody gets a fair share of endorphins. Nobody has to leave and while others have to make major decisions while swallowing buckets of tears.

I’m being selfish. I’m being selfish at the wrong fucking time. I must learn to accept this completely and wholeheartedly. I must be mature enough to take it.

I must…. get drunk and forgot about this post entirely.