I no longer love him, that’s certain, but maybe I love him.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

*Grabbed from Pablo Neruda’s ‘Tonight I can write the saddest lines’.

I slept the whole day. I should have gone out for dinner but opted to stay in and just rest. My body’s been screaming for rest for about a week now, but stubborn kid that I am, I chose to ignore it.

It’s been a week since I had a full 8 hour sleep. A week of talking about problems, after shift drinks with my officemates, the cold (which didn’t stop me from going out anyway), and night outs with my friends… no wonder I feel so weak.

Next week I’ll be a better friend to my body.

I thought everything was going to be okay, that the problems we all had back in January and December have been worked on.

Apparently there’s more, and yes, more of my friends are leaving.

I am so tired of seeing friends leave. And disappointed that many of those I used to look up to don’t seem to care at all.

I know I said I’ll stay for another year. I am determined to last another year. But with the way things are going, it looks like this year will be stressful as hell.

I think it was a week ago when I sneezed and I jokingly wished I’d get sick.

Well, my wish was granted. I am sick but not sick enough to get away from work. (not yet anyway)

Still, I hate it. I can hardly breathe, my throat hurts, and these coughing spells are a pain in the ass.

Leche!!!