Lying on my bed and blogging using my communicator. Supposed to knock out half hour ago since i had quite a packed weekend. I'm physically tired but my mind simply refuse to stop thinking. Guess i'm too emo to sleep. Apparently, he's gonna be posted overseas 2 months earlier than expected. It's good exposure for him but selfish as i am, I'm so not looking forward to november. Wish time would come to a standstill. He's so gonna be missed my me. I can't imagine how life would be like. Yes, it still goes on, but i'm worried. It has come to a point which i dread most. We're nothing at all, nothing. Was on the line with dear dear and i told him i'm upset. I wouldn't be surprised if he gets attached, but i know it would set me crying. This has to end someday, doesn't it? I wish it to be a happily after fairytale but alas...