Happy birthday..
I don't even know how old you are now. I never knew how old you are nor when is your birthday. I'd pretend that I know.. but someone would always remind me. And here I am.. it's 12am and I know it's that day.
It's funny how I'm the one that's crying now. I always thought how easy it will be to forget you and everything about you. And for a while I even did. But from time to time someone mentions you..sometimes they don't even have to say your name, I know who are they applying to..
I guess that it's because I tried my best with you, yet you talk behind my back. I try to remember some good moments and you know what? The only good moments were before you wanted to be a 'man' . Before you wanted to change girls like socks. Before you started hurting me. We had such a great time together before that.
And then I started hating you. I hated what you've become. And still, here I am.. letting my eyes fill with tears.. But that's all you get. As soon as they leave my eyes I wipe then away... You don't deserve anything more. You don't even deserve this part I'm writing.. But the old you does.. So here's to the boy who made my childhood worth remembering..
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of Feelings
Non-FictionWe all have those moments when there's no one we could open up to and we need to get those feelings out of our system. I choose to write them here and some of you might see your not alone or even share your feelings with me.
