Hello there!
These are my random thoughts in words. I know! It should be personally kept but oh well here you are!
It is wild random! > <"
To them, who my world dwells with theirs, thank you.
5:40 a.m.
Truth is, he never loved anybody. He's gone cold of love since his mama left him to his uncle, who soon died to leave him to work on his own since 9th grade. It was tough and inexplicable for him, but I understood.
He would always say, "that (love) shit non-existent."
Tell me.
Will you love a man like him? Because I would.
6:10 a.m.
She stood up and talked early in the morning.
She's so beautiful. And I couldn't imagine my life without her.
I cherish her more than anything.
She's my-
"Hello? Am I talking to nobody? Right. Enjoy your rumbling stomach."
mom. :)
7:15 a.m.
Waking up to a rainy day is better than anything.
Surely a sip of coffee and a slice of cake would make a great start of the day.
Ugh, I missed this.
3:10 p.m.
Actress|
She lives her life under the spotlight and in the sight of everybody. Because of his, she grew too conscious of her littlest acts that it consequently took away her own freedom to explore things. She's restricted, tied, and just worn out.
When am I going to keep living this way? She spoke to herself coldly, deadly.
She lost all hope.
2:36 p.m.
As I leaned against this worn out couch in the attic with my phone pressed close to my face, I scrolled through my feed in this cracked screen; and there I see, the smile million miles away from me.
He's too far; I will never be able to see him every day like I used to, ever again. Ever again?
I never wanted to hope for him to come back or whatever, but I know deep inside me I still long somehow to see him again.
He's just so beautiful, I thought.
His pretty smile never changed, but he changed.
It broke my heart to see him again after several months of silence - even though just through this picture.
It feels shattering and lonely.
But who's this girl with him?
They look happy.
I wondered, and for a moment I felt jealous. Envious. But no,
Love. never again. never. ever.
4:26 p.m.
And so far as today, I grew up to see love as a complicated matter.
It is messy and all hurtful;
4:38 p.m.
She made everything seemed okay as though she's tied with this fight of life inside the sides of her mind; she shines brightly with light that seemed eternal and pure when actually -
4:39 p.m.
He knew he's not who everyone labels him; he's above everyone's notion and rumors.
So he stood his ground, fought for his own self,
And marked a comma where everyone marked a period.
