Scattered notes

Its her birthday on November 25. Its been like 5 months since we had a talk .
Every time i think of her i feel like some part of me is dying.

I still don't understand why she left me in the first place.

Maybe she was just angry.

I wish i had an answer.

Still trying to resist a smoke.
Cigarettes actually r keeping me alive.

 

Life's dull. And difficult, and cruel, and lonely. Staying companion-less while the whole world goes out with people is hard. And that too year after year.

I miss her. I miss the midnight phone calls. I miss her smile. I miss her voice. I miss everything about her. I miss her.

Guess I am bewitched !!