"But you won't get to see the tears I cry, behind these hazel eyes."

It's the time of the day again where my thoughts start to take over and every ounce of happiness I've had from the day just fades away and eventually turns into sadness. It doesn't even hurt anymore because I'm so used to being sad and thinking/reflecting about every aspect of my life every night to the extent that I've gotten used to it. Ha, funny things we human beings are, how we can be so happy one moment and so torn apart the next. I'm amused by how I can actually say "I'm used to it" too actually, because to be honest, I thought I'd have gotten over for sure by now. But the sad truth is, I haven't. I guess I'm not as strong as I used to be, or even thought I could be. I miss you quite terribly, and I hope you're doing fine. On the other hand, I guess I really overestimated myself this time, and I'm not liking a single bit of it. I need to be strong, for myself and for the people who care. Idk how long more it'll take for me to get over this but one thing's for sure - I'll be fine, sooner or later.

Goodnight.