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23 March 04 : 12.59 AM

I listen to heart-rending music and depress myself.

I try to look out the window that's veiled by a translucent curtain, but I can't tell if it's been raining or was it just my heart getting cold.

When I look out the window at night, I no longer see stars. I see the sky enshrouded with dark clouds and I feel like there's something missing.

"They're there. Somewhere hiding behind the clouds. But they're there," he'd said to me once.

But it's the fact that I don't see them anymore. And I don't see him.