My thoughts are secrets… The only way for you to know them, is to get inside my mind… But that’s very difficult to happen ;(
This is like a flashback.. This is like a dream…
Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship.
Where is my significan other?
All I know… You don’t know… Wanna not know…
My memory is cruel. I’m king of attention to details. Too late, two choices, to stay or to leave. So I learned to listen through silence.
Why can’t the memories just vanish? Why they have to haunt my thoughts? What is that soppuse to mean? I wish you the best… But I’d prefer if you just vanish… I can’t erase my memory and delete some things you said to me and things you did to me… And now you said that those things are the things you hate the most? I have a word for you… Hypocresy… ...