是怀念的

I tried to talk myself out of it. Evidently it had not been of any use. Thoughts still haunt me. Shopping, movies, exercise, music did distract me, not for long duration unfortunately. Ever consumed a drug unwillingly? It's a really small matter, as insignificant as dust. However, the annoying characteristic of dust stayed put. It was everywhere, invisible yet visible, and every time i seem to stop thinking about it for a while, dust comfortably settles down, builds up, and becomes more obvious by the seconds, minutes, hours. Annoying much as it doesn't really matter, yet in its unique way it does. Saying that it hurts is a lie. Convincing myself that it doesn't hurt is yet another lie. It just a little jab. Not unlike the twinge of a thorn. I should start to pile loads of activities. Staring at nothingness hurts more. =)