It's already the 15th. Six more days.

It's like I can almost taste it, and it frustrates me not because of how it makes me feel empty every fucking time, but with why I'm not shedding a damn tear like I'm supposed to. I dont even want to think about it anymore, maybe it'll be better off if I'd pretend that the last six months never happened, that the last six months were nothing but a fast blur of things that doesn't, and will not matter.

And maybe, just maybe, it'll be better if I scratch it off of my memories. Those six months. The smiles, the happiness, the hugs, the kisses, and everything else...

Yeah, they never happened.

ラベル: shit happens

It's already the 15th. Six more days.

It's like I can almost taste it, and it frustrates me not because of how it makes me feel empty every fucking time, but with why I'm not shedding a damn tear like I'm supposed to. I dont even want to think about it anymore, maybe it'll be better off if I'd pretend that the last six months never happened, that the last six months were nothing but a fast blur of things that doesn't, and will not matter.

And maybe, just maybe, it'll be better if I scratch it off of my memories. Those six months. The smiles, the happiness, the hugs, the kisses, and everything else...

Yeah, they never happened.

ラベル: shit happens