There's a lot of things I've been doing recently to distract myself from Adam's departure. But no matter how hard I try, I still am distracted. My asthma attack came back and my head hit the side of my bed. That's how clumsy I could get harharhar. My close friend, Allan, came back to my homeland yesterday. We practically grow up together. We spent the whole day talking and after much reasoning, he told me to move on. My friends told me to move on. I just need time, and like he said, I have to move on too when he's gone. So I need that much time, right?