I remember those days, and the hurt as if it was just yesterday.
but it's all over now.
it's like a vicious cycle, bringing me up and down again.
I should've learnt not to take things so seriously.
but then again, seems like I've never really taken much effort to maintain, as my foolish self tells me that it is all sustainable. and when the time comes to salvage stuff, I can't.
it's always the same.
home alone and lying in bed in the dark never fails to get me thinking alot.
and I tell myself not to fall in it and then get screwed up in the mess over again.