Colours,

I paint now. It's not perfect, just shades after shades after shades. I mix the colours, i sigh and grunted when it went a little wrong. I looked out of window and breathe, start again, it's okay. I told myself that every five minutes. Switchfoot is playing on repeat. I felt horrible. Must be the idea of missing him, like a little. Because my phone is hopeless. But then again, that was four hours ago.

Now, I'm still in this same spot, still thinking of what to paint, still thinking. But not whom I want to think of.

Why does it seem that when you're in a relationship, your friend count narrows down? Like, it's a change and suddenly, the next thing I know, certain people are just gone like that.

It's just weird, but not the kinda weird that I like. I just miss how things used to be between me and some of the friends I used to have. Just because I have a boyfriend now does not make me an alien. I don't get why these people strayed.

What to do?
Suck thumb lor.