coloured silhouettes and airplane mode days
two a.m. thoughts that i should probably keep to myself oops
i hate the way we ended. i ended it and i hate it and if there were a better way to do it i would go back and redo it but i guess that was the best i could do. i miss you.
i hate the way we started. who started it; me, you? does it matter anyhow. it was a bad start. it shouldn’t have started. not that it shouldn’t have started at all. it started at the wrong time at the wrong place in the wrong way (with the wrong person ? ). it was basically the worst start possible. and me sitting here at two a.m. typing away doesn’t rectify it but it does organise my mind a little. calm it down a little.
i hate the way i fail at everything. i’ve screwed up most of the things that matter to in life. i fail at life haha. haha.
maybe it’s my destiny in life to make bubble tea (it’s honestly really fun)
it’s scary, that i’ll probably never find another person who’d love me as much as you did (it’s also scary, how much you loved me, how did you do it)
me: our crushes aren’t cute ):
cy: it’s okay, as long as we’re cute :)
can somebody define love for me tyvm
things were a lot easier you know, when people around you weren’t getting drunk every other week or sleeping around or back stabbing others left right centre.
and i guess one day things will be alright but today is probably not the day
24 Sep 2014