I wish things wld go back to the past. Like before. Before you got to know me well. Wishing all would be alright when I know it won't. We try try try but we try too hard.
You often grumble about how I don't make a permanant memory here whenever I'm happy. It's not that. It's just that everytime I see myself being happy , I tell the whole world. I make it a statement
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Maybe this is what love is about. Maybe this is what the majority talks about. Maybe this is what I never understood. I need you now. But you can't seem to feel how desperate I am. What should I say what should I do. I feel so helpless I feel so fucked. This is you.