It’s funny (and irritating) how some people just don’t get it even after things happen right smack in their face. They just go wondering why it happened, never ever thinking of pointing the finger at themselves.
Can one really make a mistake, say the magic word “sorry” and expect people to take it as if nothing happened? Apparently, sorry isn’t all that magical after all.
Don’t talk to me cuz you don’t belong to this side of the world.
Period.
Sometimes I think about this other me that I want to be, this other me that I wish I was, this other me that I’m not. I think about what life would be like for that other me. Just, thinking.
June 4th is barely two days away. Oh, I can’t wait baby.
i see a shooting star;
clarice