Slowly descending into madness
2022-07-10 03:54:32 (UTC)
Against all odds
Today, I don’t want to write anything that goes inside my head. Today, I want to write about something light. But, when it's 3:32 and you’re crying because you’ve been dying slowly for a little bit of love, i guess there's no way to write about light things.
Sometimes I wonder if he's hurting as much as I'm hurting, and yeah probably he is, most probably more than I am hurting. I love him so much, but I will never express it. If he gets it, he gets it. If he doesn’t, he doesn’t.
I want to be with him against all odds, that's all I know.