If only I had an angel to guide me at all times. I wish i could not speak a word when i get back from work, i wish my emotions don't kick in at all times. I hate it when people can't seem to accept me for who i am. But i'm even pissed that I , myself do not even understand myself. Ridiculous. What do I want now? What am I doing right now? I won't even seem to be able to answer any of the questions above. I'm like a cat that has lost it's way back home. I'm confused. I'm guilty. I'm lost. I thought about you but i know i should let you go. I missed you & i know you're most probably missing me too but i just want you to get over it & not miss me. I saw it, whether the story is about us or not, it doesn't matter anymore. Because the story had became a memory. This will be my last time talking about this & I'm glad that i'm moving on..
*Thanks for being there for me all along people :) you know who you guys are.
