Saturday, July 27th 2013

The first time I felt good about my self.

I had my hair done, I wore skirt and heels. Lol. I know..you may think that i'd act like a girl but nah dont picture me like that. I acted like idiot that day haha but fuck it, I didnt care what people might think about me in Sheilla's party that night. I had fun.

It's just me

They say it's not forgetting that makes us move on. It's about accepting reality. I know it sounds like I haven't got over it yet. I don't deny that sometimes I experience flashback. Memories drag me to the place that I dont want to go, take me to the time I don't want to remember but I know it's just me missing the old moments instead of missing you.

What Kind of Heart Doesn't Look Back

Used To..

I start to get used to the sound of people leaving