Where do I start? How do I start?


Sighs. I hate myself for loving you too much. I really do. I reckon that I’ve only myself to blame. For not being able to let you go or even the faculty to overlook you. This affair isn’t just like the others I had back. Its so diverse. You asked me to forget you. You jolly well know its almost not viable. My heart; like a thousands of sharp object knife-like through. I’m not going to ask you to stay anymore.


Out to raffles city later with mum and sister.
Argh. She's pissing me off. Good riddance.


What's it like up on the other side of the clouds?

My Only One.