I believe in the saying that said we all are vulnerable at night. We're willing to pour our hearts out to anyone who's willing to listen. All the demons inside of us, our darkest thought, everything that we keep all day, suddenly find their way to the surface.
Its 2 in the morning and I thought about the day you left.
With no sign, no warning, no last words, you just left. You left me fucking bleeding on the ground, heartless. I watch you walk away, hoping that you might turn around and see how fucked up I am without you only to know that you are no longer care. Or maybe you never care from the start, not even once.
Isn't it funny that the person who you always joke around to, the person who you always lend in to, the person who you thought you know the most, now turn into strangers.
And now, everytime I see you walking down the road I cant help but think,
Was it all just a useless memories for you?
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Acakand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
