nothing

it seems to be the hardest part of loving someone. or maybe something. for him, i didn't exist. i know what kind of faces will he show when he look at me. it's kinda pity and unfriend face. for me, it's relevant. i know he didn't like me like i do like him. so here i am writing this. saying so much, or maybe too much, or maybe not so important for you.


i'm sorry for everything. every single thing that i do. that make you feel disturbed. sorry if i constantly want to talk to you. i'm sorry if you take long to reply, i get sad. i'm sorry if i say things that might piss you off. i'm sorry if i come as annoying. i'm sorry if you don't want to talk to me as much as i wanna talk to you. i'm sorry if i think too much and too often about you. i'm sorry if i say things i don't really mean. i'm sorry if i tell you about my pointless drama when you really don't care a thing about that. i'm sorry if i come off as being clingy. but it's just me missing you so much.

TIRED OF TRYING. SICK OF CRYING. YES, MAYBE I'M SMILLING. BUT WELL, INSIDE, I'M DYING.