Which is weird, I guess. The fact that I am writing this means some part of me want to get better. A will to live I guess. I wish I don’t have it still.
It is one of those story where boy met girl, fall in love. Something happened. We got separated.
She had told me to live.
She knew I would have tried otherwise.
So she made me promised.
And in exchange, she promised things will get better.
They did.
I met another much like her, I wanted to be friends this time. But I even then, I can’t even do that much.
In the end, […]