i soooo sorry for what i've done lately, i'm not proud of who i am , instead of that, i'm ashamed of myself. not matter what i wish i would do for the persons i really do care, it never gets real. i always screw it up.
days before i get into this mind's pandemonium. i was thinking "what if..."; what if i chose a different path which i will follow?; what if i'm the third part that no one want?; what if i'm just into this because of my lack of ... love 4 myself? but in the end that doesn't count.
what i'm doing here!?
occasionaly i just heard some words that make me feel like i don't belong to this part of the story. maybe i'm the exception to every rule.i can't let everything go and still be here, enduring, suffering the loss until i can no longer endure even one more minute then I'll just disappear, like everything else that never had value.
i know you're leaving in the morning when i wake up but you return even stronger.