talk to me.

happy imaginary 15th monthsary.

occasionally, my heart still lingers around the times when everything was alright.
i miss you so much, and the feeling gets more and more as each day passes. 

still waiting for that one day when 17 won't mean anything. 

 

third time. third fucking time i fucking cried over this.

so torturous. everything. family is the only people and place where i can feel warmth and everything. seems like everyone around me is just passing by. no one actually stays. the ones that i put on my priority lists never fails to hurt me over and over again. maybe its just destined for me to be alone in this cold world. 

 

or maybe its just me. me and my fucking irritating character that pisses everyone off. yes it must be. i should just stay away from everyone......