2 weeks on

Ladies & gentlemen, it's 2 weeks from D-day.

No calls, no signs, nothing... zilch!

The hurt is still prominent but the tears have dried up. Time is cruel and waits for no man but it seems the world has halted for me. The real time still spins, but I'm stuck in a different dimension where everything is in slow motion. Even in very crowded areas and I'm screaming at the top of my voice, I can't help but feel lonely and hurt inside. Thank you for sucking the life and joy out of me. I'm but a shell that's trying to breathe.

Why am I still feeling like this? (I ask myself) I don't know. Too many memories, too many nightmares, too many worries... *sigh* I need to leave this place.