I always look forward to going home, whether it's a good day or if I had a super fucked-up day at work because I know I will get the comfort I need at home. It's him I ever needed.. No matter how tired, I can always manage a smile, for him.

But during times like these, when we're on 'cold war' and I get shit at work, I don't know what's there for me at home. An empty room and lack of TLC..

I just realised that he determines my mood. When he's happy, I'm happy. When he's got a bad day, I somehow suffer from it too.

Hope this will end soon..