We do some magical things. We talk like lovers, we act like couples. But we fight like strangers.
The situation is unending. As if we weren't a thing. And in the end, we wish it was never started.
I kind of thought like this, I'm worthless, I'm always wrong and I'm not for you. But instead of comforting me with your love, all I receive was your irritated words.
I miss the old us. The only thing I can do is to miss the old us. And all I can say is my but's.
Did I miss a thing about us? Are we staying for love? Or we're just staying for memories?
The pain is unbearable. It breaks me to the point that I can't talk to you anymore. To the point where I want to disappear.
What is it really that keeps us from fixing our problem? I don't want to sound problematic and distress but it was what I feel for the moment. And I'm sorry if anybody who reads this get stress by me.
But seriously, I might give up again. Soon.
