A week has passed. Or so. I don't know.

I thought I was doing okay.

Turns out I was wrong. Or maybe not.

One week, and every day I wake up feeling good, each day feeling better than the day before.

Then, today, a lot thanks to my dream, the deep feeling of sadness and emptiness came back when I woke up.

I guess this have to do with the book I choose to read. Yesterday wasn't quite enjoyable for me. Or maybe it's because of the weather today. I don't know.

Crappy book, crappy day. Maybe? Just having a bad hair day.

Yeah, I know. Even as I'm feeling that I'm doing just great, I know the pain lies somehow, somewhere, deep inside, waiting to resurface from time to time, just for the sake of it.

Sigh. This is madness.