iamhopeless

I only have one simple wish for my birthday this year. Perhaps this time, birthday wishes will never never come true. Dreams destroyed, happiness ruined, smiles faked. Getting sick soon. I'm missing you already I am hopelesssssss. I will give up, one day. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year, maybe next life, I don't know, no one knows. I look forward to Sunday. The day I'm going down to town with my girls, the day you're coming back.

I declare that I.am.hopeless.I.ain't.helping.myself.in.anyway.

What went wrong. If it is me, I'd change. Many many things run through my mind everyday, past, present, future. What I used to have. How I used to enjoy being called as your girlfriend. How much I like it when you hold my waist, go to the movies, getting my potato wedges, walking home, carrying me, so much more? How much I can cling on you. Perhaps that's what the problem lies. I'm clingy, possessive girlfriend. Bad bad bad. Bad girlfriend. So bad, I should be single, shouldn't be attached. Maybe I deserved it. How much I redgretted.

DAMN IT LA I AM NOT HELPING MYSELF.