There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t, at some point, think of you. Or, some kind of memory we once shared. It’s like I look at a certain thing, hear a certain song or even eat a certain food, and suddenly I am reminded of you, the times we shared, the conversations we had, and the best friend you used to be. I know I ruined it and I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I miss you so much yet you don’t seem to care at all. Because I still hesitate and the sound of your voice, even hearing your name, but you don’t even blink at the sound of mine. Because I’m trying my hardest to let thing go back to normal yet you don’t even bother to put in the effort to make things work. I’m sorry because once again, I’m crying over you while you’re probably having the time of your life with, maybe, someone better off than me.

I cant tell my feelings out to anyone because i fear that i might ended up crying but i'm grateful to have a blogger of my own. At least i could pour my feelings out and even if i'm crying while typing everything out, it doesn't matter because no one sees it. Not even my family members.

I want my life. The real life, back. I don't like feeling this way.