it is another school night and i am not sleeping yet. the tin soda in my hand is still full, i have not drunk it yet.
now i realize that i used the words 'yet' twice in sentences, enough to make it clear that there are things that i still couldn't manage to do, yet.
i wonder . . .
are you still up in the middle of the night thinking of me too?
how are you being so able going through these days without me holding your hand?
how do you manage to stand up on your feet while i'm not there to support you?
i shouldn't be thinking about these questions right now. i should be like you, forget all these shits we had before and wake up as a brand new person.
but brandon, i can't. i can't be like you. i want to be like you to move on and shit. i don't know, i'm so messed up right now.
it's actually so cold outside but i'm still here, sitting on the cold old swing at my backyard alone. i just can't sleep . . .
it's just that i can't bear with the fact that you're not mine any longer and i should've forgotten about you earlier and sooner than you actually do.
guess breakups are never going easy for girls who just like me.
