I caught my breathe. No, don't say it. Don't even think about it, even when it's too late already. Those what-ifs, those lingering thoughts already sneaked in and poisoned my mind with false hope and sickeningly sweet memories.
"Get a grip. Don't waste what you have by lingering on what we used to have. It's past its due date."
I turned on my heel and marched through the door.
Why does it always turn to be this way?
Once again I show you my back.
Once again I hide these tears from you.
just a cringey excerpt i just found.
when did i write this anyway?? eww.