“ oh, and the award for the best liar goes to you,
for making me believe that you could be faithful to me,
oh, let's hear your speech... ”
I was suppose to be happy.
Yes I should be.
but, but, my heart aches like whore. (what a good example -___-)
I couldn't feel the happiness at all.
It's like having a knife stabbed through my heart, over & over again.
And the sight of food make me sick right now.
What I want to say is :
I am not sad.
I am just not happy.
I guess it's this possessive syndrome inside of me. wtf
and the jealousy. wtf
jom, let's laugh !
HAR HAR HAR
i want to see the B right now,