Writer Gone Wrong

I'm bawling my eyes out again. Ha-ha-ha, what a shame. Plans really don't happen according to plan. Ironic, too ironic.

"What a nice mind set you have! Couldn't you just plan a hundred percent " will a happen plan"?! Couldn't you just-", I said shouting it, then again it's my fault.

I take out a piece of paper and a pencil. Think about it, I always use pencil. Maybe that's why I couldn't stop making mistakes.

" Just like a pencil, it runs out of eraser. As well as human, we can't always make mistake. Do a change, keep your head high!"

If I keep it this way, if I couldn't stop myself by anyway. I know it's not a mistake! It's just that...this is too much for my mind. I'm too young for heartbreaks, for broken glasses. A story can't help me!

I'm just missing him, while he doesn't. It's because of me. Seventeen minutes have passed. It's New Year. A great time to greet you-in prayer.

From the other end, of something between us. Like a thin line-life.

Maybe, I'll write something. To keep you from changing your position in my life. To keep you from becoming something that I can't and never will have.