Last night was a really weird night.

There was something very final about it. Like the fullstop that i never thought would ever come just presented itself when we said our goodbyes. We've said so many goodbyes before, that it seems to lose its meaning. What is a real goodbye? For now? For life? No doubt, my heart is still heavy and aching, but what does it all mean, where does this all lead to?

I want to stop feeling. That would be perfect, but somehow that state of mind eludes me.

Work is slow... but i'm glad i can leave at 5 for Holland V! Yeah... collecting some vouchers for my mag n maybe grab some mags n coffee.
Anything to distract me is good...

A long long long week.. cant wait for FRIDAY.....

"Could it be that i haven't found what i am looking for?"