Too much of a good thing

Too much of a good thing is bad for you.

When you have too much fun, and it all ends, you crash straight into rockbottom and you just sit there wondering what the hell happened.

G is now on a plane back to Singapore. By a stroke of 'good luck', his flight was delayed by 45 minutes, giving us a bit more time together. But that also means that he will only touch down past midnight and though his parents will be pickin him up from the airport, he will only get to bed probably past 1 am and he has to go to work tmrw.

The past few days we spent together probably just made things a lot harder. If we haven't had so much fun together, perhaps going back into the swing of my monotonous life in HK would not be as hard. But without him coming, I don't know how I can keep my sanity going. This is a depressing post and I can't write anymore without going into sap overdrive and making everyone sick. Trying to relive the past few days may also prove to be too depressing. I'm going to find solace in dinner - I am hungry but have no appetite.