2. day

So the secound day is ticking towards its end, and I've spent most of it watching TV. I still can't really believe the fact that I will never sleep in the same bed as my ex again, that he doesn't miss me right now, and that I will probably have to pretend to be happy when he meets his next girlfriend like, probably a week from now or something. I've known him for years before being with him, and he's the sort of type which always has a girlfriend, almost. That will most definitly be horrible.

Going to bed now, at last, still afraid of the next day.