isnt it?
guess what?
i packed his stuffs.
those that he given me.
his stuffs.
not mine, anymore.
still, bearing that little hope kills.
i want to live.
happily.
dont he ,too, want it?
no?
whether its achievable with or without him,
i still do want to live and love myself, badly.
fcking badly.
i thought alot.
did he?
are there solutions to this seemingly hopeless us?
or were there no considerations when our hall pass starts and ends?
i listened to songs/musics.
i went out with friends.
i rotted on my bed every night thinking.
i teared on the bus to school just today.
sadly, it do still hurt.
though not that much, it still do.
it always do.
why not?
im off for a 2-day-camp.
im gonna have a hell load of fun.
its not gonna stop me, whatever it is.
im gonna show everybody the raw me.
rebellious.
wild.
young.
FREE.
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