i was fighting for it.
It came, then it left.
I think i'm still fighting.
But it seems like a losing battle.

You have no idea, how much, it hurts.

I know it's ironic.
I go around saying : f(iretr)uck the world!
But inside sometimes, i don't really think firetrucks help anymore.

I'm so torn up inside that everytime i see his face,
i don't know whether i want to cry,
or scream,
or shout,
or curse,
or laugh and remember,
or just cry harder.

The memories, there are just so many of them,
both good and the bad,
and just being there, it brought back so much,
and like, it's so upsetting to know that,
this probably will never work again.

My heart is so fixed on this same thing.
Fighting for this love.

Because i'm the imperfect girl,
and no, i don't get the boy.
And it's okay, it really is,
but still,
i just wanna break down and cry.


It's only normal really.


You have no idea, how much it hurts.