Wednesday, November 16
a lack of colour
I can't even pen down my feelings well. How can I talk about it? Sometimes, I just want to call someone or sit beside someone just cry my heart out.
Cry till my last tears.
Cry till I don't feel a thing in my heart.
Because the amount of tears that have been coming out from my eyes ever since that horrible day, is the amount of time I think about the one that I love.
You're only 18, Marina. You're still young to have "love". You should slap yourself for saying that to me.
Be in my shoes before saying bullshit.
Be in my shoes before telling me not to think about it.
Be in my fucking shoes and you'll feel like dying.
You've made it without him, you can do it again.
You think I made it happily?
I found true happiness when I was with him.
I found love when I was with him.
So why would I want to go back to that?
No one told me that it's gonna be so hard.
