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Believe in me.
Everyday, I still believe that things will be better. And that it just takes time. But sometimes, when I go to bed with myself, I am disgusted at myself. I don't understand how someone that I was so careful with, so secretive about, and so crazy about could just pretended that nonthing happened.... or disappear, same thing. I want this to work so badly that I still tell myself stupid lies, like "Everyday, I still believe that things will be better. And that it just takes time".

I never used to be like this. I was, for the most part, drama-free. I was quiet and shy. I am still quiet and shy. But I never avoided songs because it was too weird for me to listen to, because it conjured up memories, because he still gives me chills, because once the song ends - I feel very weak.
03.04.2007.sunday