i will

day 3 of a thousand days to come.i hope.

i woke up with a hope.and ended up with a crushed hope.it's ok.i'll wait for another day.i'll be fine.i know i will.someway.somehow.

there's going to be a day.where sick is not a vocabulary for me to use anymore.i'll be patient.i'll try.

i am angry
angry that i wasted half a decade for a guy who finds love not less than a week.
and
i am not upset.
because that half a decade love will not be more than half a decade.
and
i am glad
because falling in love makes you a whole new person.a better one i hope.and let it be this time.with a different guy.