truth is, imy.
Gooooooood morning!
I literally just got off my bed.
Early, I know...
Ok, here... I'm feeling weird the moment I catch the glimpse of July 3rd.
I don't really know what's up with me these few days.
I mean, I seem fine...I repeat, seem.
I am not upset or something. But there's this tiny feeling inside of me,
It's so tiny that sometimes, I tend to forget and ignore. But that whenever I'm left to ponder, this tiny feeling is no longer tiny.
It's colossal.
It's so big that it manipulates me the moment it gets me.
Perhaps, it's just the missing and everything.
But, It's killing me. Killing me.
I want my old self back! How many times must I say that?
I miss me, I miss you, I miss everything.
Omg, here I go again with these pathetic lines.
No wonder, I've been doing a lot of stuffs these past few days to get my mind off certain... stuffs.
It's cliche, but I can never escape reality... Nobody can, right?
Every song I sing, I swear, It makes me reminisce.
xoxo
P.S.
The song Before The Worst by The Script is a brilliant song.
Read the lyrics if you have to.
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