"you have to help me to fucking get her back. my life is so screwed up."
he sighed loudly, his hair was messy.
i was no more like a best friend but more like someone who will give him good love advice and fuck-
that hurts me.
why some people were always so stupid and dumb to realize that there was always someone better behind the door for them?
sometimes i just wanted to get up, slap his pretty face and kiss but that, well i didn't want to fuck up things.
it was always about him.
it was always about his love story, never mind.
he never wanted to care or knoe about what i was dealing today, yesterday, right now. it was always about him but i never wanted to complain about it to him because--
well, i liked him. i liked him so much that it made me feel so stupid but i can't help it.
the feelings grew stronger and harder and he never knew he was breaking me.
i was breaking for his happiness.
