Something that I’ve been looking forward to.
And, it just became so meaningless suddenly.
For your sake, I controlled myself until I can’t take it anymore.
Everything has been pushing me to my limits.
I don’t even feel like explaining at all, not at all.
You’re not even worth my time.
You’re not worthy of my tears.
I told myself that ‘it’s alright’ time and time again.
But I walked away, tearing.
I lay on my bed, recalling what had happened.
But I just couldn't find my mistakes.
Perhaps it's you, and your thinking.
He seems like all that you need anyway.
I want to be independent. I don’t wna feel like this again.
Don’t tell me you understand me, cuz’ you don’t.
I’d heard this sentence too many times.
I HATE LIARS