GREAT. I end my day today with another almost-break-up story. Just...great. I cried. A lot. I can feel my eyes is still swollen. This is not the first story actually. I have been through this kinda story for like..several times. But still, I can't get used to it. I will always cry when he says break up. I will always unable to breathe. I will always dying. It's just...hard. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just hard.

Everything gets darker when he said he want to leave.