Its a late post for yesterday. You texted, i replied. I was being sarcastic. And you said i always want to fight with you. Great. Im always the trouble maker. Always the one that cause all problems. You wont ever understand me, never. The person who differentiate lust and love to me, took me granted. Well. Serve me right? prolly. I wonder what i did to deserve all this. All of you can scold me, saying i havent move on. I know. Its been 2 months. Its my fault. Youre happy. So happy. It bothers me when you can be so happy and im having all the tortures. Yeah. Its my fault that i havent move on. Deserve to be serve like that. :)
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