Saturday, July 9
I can't remember what I came here to say, but I know I needed to say something that matters. It'll never come back as it was before. And what's gone can never come back. But I miss it so much! I miss how I was when it was there all around me. I miss that feeling of knowing what has to be done. And it's a state that I've never been through. It got worse though it should have been getting better. And I can't understand what made me take the path till here. Here, where there's no return but to keep going till the end and then choosing a different path. And I remember the moments I followed you and you failed me. You failed me because maybe you didn't know that I was following. But I failed myself more by following you. And you know what hurts the most? You never asked me not to follow you.