it was an emotional sunday. i never thought i'd actually breakdown during lessons. but i swear, it was so hard to put on a fake smile and pretended that everything was ok. as i leaned on hazirah's shoulder, i couldnt help but think that i cant runaway from the fact that im still holding on to him. in a way, i feel psychotic.i keep telling myself that i have less than a year more to go till its over. this whole crazy fantasy i have.yes, its painful having to go through the same thing each week. but i know things will change soon. i know there will be a twist to this fairytale. i know.Labels: dear God..., fantasy isnt forever, that small voice