I'm sick and tired of putting up with the false pretense that i'm okay. Because I'm so nawt. You don't know all this do you. I have no idea why must this happen. If things would have come to this in the end then I rather it don't happen in the first place. Now I'm smiling through the days with confusion filling me up like this empty pot being filled with all kinda junk. What we were back then became this story for me to tell. It's no longer valid. It's just this fairytale dream I woke up from. At least you could try to tell me how you feel? That would help make things easier I suppose. If I have this wish, I wish that I could forget everything you gave me to remember if this ending comes like that. Why are we pretending this is nothing? I don't wanna wait anymore. The story of us looks ALOT like a tragedy now. I reckon it's gonna get any better, but if it does, I'm more than happy to accept that.