After a depressing night and day, I snuggled into my pillow and cried myself to sleep.

“Sleep” may not be the correct term for last night’s rest. I forced myself to bed at 10.40 p.m. (a miracle if you know me well and know that I am a nocturnal mammal) My eyes were closed, yet I kept hearing the noises from the hall, the street, my heart, and I saw images, darkness, imagination, dreams.

When I awoke at 6.45 a.m., I had no idea whether I had slept or not.

It was another depressing morning. Not (only) because of what has been happening but because of crying myself to sleep, I found out that my right eye was infected. It was red, sore, swollen, and sickly yellow pus was oozing out. I was quite a sight.

Leaving my eye aside, I found a wonderful song that made me tear as I heard it at HMV. What an embarrassment I was! About to cry like a baby in the middle of a music store.

Other Side Of The World
by KT Tunstall

Over the sea and far away
She’s waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change
But she’s cold inside
She wants to be like the water

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They’re one and the same
Just like water

The fire fades away
Most of every day
Is full of tired excuses
But it’s too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You’re close enough to see that
You’re the other side of the world to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

The fire fades away
Most of every day
Is full of tired excuses
But it’s too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You’re close enough to see that
You’re the other side of the world…

Can you help me
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can’t see me anymore

The fire fades away
Most of every day
Is full of tired excuses
But it’s too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You’re close enough to see that
You’re the other side of the world
Oh… The other side of the world
You’re the other side of the world to me

Scared as I am, I picked up the phone and dialed. But no one answers.

So I picked my pen and wrote something rather sad for once (in a long while).