I am actually fearful for my life. Somehow, I have this really really bad feeling that something would happen to me just before he leaves. And it has everything to do with him.
Mum thinks I'm crazy. Hell, even I think I'm crazy. But I somehow have this nagging thought in my head.
Maybe that's why I keep wanting to move out/go on holiday.
Ah well, if it were destined that something would happen, I can't avoid it, can't I?
At least, all I can do now is to walk around at home with a penknife in my pocket. Cos I'm sure I won't go down without a fight.
I'm just hoping he leaves soon... About to 精神崩溃 already...
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