Day 8

I feel like I'm still trying to just survive each day, by day. The mornings are always the hardest for me. I wake up feeling as though my heart's so swollen it's about to burst from grief. The weekend went by painfully and it's already been a week since this happened. I can't remember if I said I went to the hospital on Friday because I had a fever, but I've lost 3 kgs in a week. Usually I'd probably be so happy that I'm losing weight but I can't even think of smiling right now. I'm also on some medication just to help me cope and function properly for work. Usually after noon passes I start feeling slightly better. I don't know if it's the medication's kicking in or is it because of something else.

I also met Tim, Nakul, Pear and Mai on Saturday, but you know, all they can do is listen and be supportive. I met Liz and Bunna for dinner, and all they can do is listen and be supportive too.

I had to go to Malisa's apartment on Sunday because I was feeling so sad. I'm so glad she's there for me... and Ahn too who dropped by. I feel exhausted...