i can sit here and pretend that i don't care. i can stuff my ears with music. find my solace in chocolates. blinking at the create post window and wonder why my stories, my poems have no endings at all. can i write? may i live my life? or should i pretend to you the way i pretend to the rest of the world? you were special. you still are. but something always comes in the way of our sunshine stories. and that something is you. i can forgive but i cannot forget. your self-pity cannot be an excuse for your insensitivity. you need a life and so do i.
let me not hurt myself.
let me not hurt myself.
