Completely spacing out over dinner. Conversations run through and flow by I and R.
I just sat there, quietly eating my bowl of fish head noodles. Thinking, when would this conversation end.

It hurts, in a way. Looking at something that you should have been part of but end up standing on the other side.
And nothing hurts even more than disappointment itself.

I remember how J use to tell me not to complain so much, as I was already better off than a lot of people.
I guess this is exactly what he meant.

You see people bitching about what to buy, this and that.
And you just sit there and wonder do I have money for this coming month.

The irony.


NFTB
Completely numb.