No one really dies from being heartbroken. But I wish I could. I wish these short of breaths, tightening of the chest would help me sleep forever and never have to see the day again tomorrow. I badly wanted it to kill me. But I know it won’t. Still I do hope so.
This has been the most normal weekday maybe because an officemate insisted me to have breakfast, then a few batchmates invited me for lunch then my boss had a dinner meeting. I haven’t been able to eat that much because I still feel like throwing up but I guess it helps my body in which I wish would stop being stubborn and just get sick as fuck already.