Mom asked me about you again the moment I stepped home. I wanted so much to tell her all that you've done behind me. I wanted to let her know how mean you are. She was so wrong....
In the end, I didn't told her anything because in the first place I'm the one who chosen that kind of r/s when you asked me back.
I don't know what have I done wrong this time. I can't afford to lose anyone at this time. I need to know that I'm not alone. I don't want to fall down and be crushed into million pieces
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"He's just like any other guy. The only different thing about him is that he's able to sweep me off my feet and make me feel like I've never been before."
I....I am at a loss of words. I hate the feeling of unable to find the right words to express this whole thing stuck inside me. My brain have been talking to me for the past few nights. It's really stressful.......and depressed.