Just as I finally finalized the ball's booklet, and have a free weekend to spare,
it felt as if a part of me died.
I'm feeling a little lost, and confused.
I don't even know. It's just a spur of sadness.
I think too much, and maybe, just maybe, I need too much.
If you'd a boyfriend, who hasn't seen you for 4 weeks, how would you feel?