Don't even ask, please.♣
Saturday, November 27, 2010 / 4:56 PM

I HATE how things can be so perfect, and then just crumble and die.
I HATE that we had so many experiences together and went so many places.
I HATE that every time I go out, there's always memories of us lying everywhere.
I HATE that every time I'm reminded, I feel weak.
I HATE that I hate to be weak in front of others, so I don't.
I HATE how things are.
I HATE myself for letting things be like this.