Making myself busy through tons of paper works really well. Three days since I returned to work, I have had no first concern but to spend my whole morning at work. It was tiring but helpful.
I got my mind really occupied that I almost forgot what bothers me the past few weeks. It's really just when I go home, because no matter how much I exhaust myself at work, when the time comes when I don't do anything and I'm alone, that's where my mind flies towards that person.
It's exhausting.
You keep looking back only to feel sorry for yourself in the end.
It's been a year and up until now, I am still questioning myself what I lacked, what went wrong, or is there something I failed to do.
I know I did everything beyond what I had believed was my limitation.
That person, I loved him in a way I never thought I could do. I took a risk thinking he would be worth all that trouble. I had surpassed my expectation for myself because I wanted to love him with all the things I had.
But still, those are not enough. I was still not enough.
That's the question I kept on asking myself.
What am I missing?
Where am I missing?
Why?
I pity myself for still seeking justification for that.
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