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Shit always happens on fridays.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
I already have sunk. I told myself I wont cry anymore. Here I am again. Back at square one. At that very same corner. I feel so much broken now. Him. You. I thought he knew how I felt. I thought he knew me. I thought. My stupid thoughts. They got the better of me. I don't know what he exactly did. But not knowing them hurts so bad already. I don't know why. I really don't. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I not mad, or angry with him. It just feels like I've been betrayed. And I don't know what to do now. Somehow I think everyone has done that to me before. You forgot I'm another one. Just another. After what I did, I'm thinking if I can still walk tomorrow. The old me, I got to experience it a little of it yesterday with my friends. I was laughing and having so much fun. I miss those times. I should really go back. Be numb again. Be my old self. Be me again. This isn't me. I don't cry. I am heartless. I don't feel guilt. Countdown to my old ways. 
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