it doesn't matter if you keep me in your good books..
neither does it matter if you keep me in your bad books..
what matters is despite of all things your remembering me..
at least you have a memory of me..
YOU ARE READING
feelings..
Randomsometimes when angry or stressed or something.. all stupid negative feelings just rush out and you don't know what to do but think about bad stuff.. it seems like the only thing to do.. but sometimes you gotta go into the light and see how beautiful...
