Went back home with a shitty look, family was worried and scolding. I don't give a fuck, I went straight to bathroom and vomited again, and slept.
Woke up in the afternoon feeling like shit.
Are these the procedures that I have to go through to forget you?
I must have been crazy. After so many bloody hell you gave to me, I'm still in love with you? You've been so bad to me, yet I still put up hopes? Am I crazy or hallucinating? Fuck!
That's why I've been desperately wanting to leave this place. I must be away from the place you're staying in right now. I must go. Forgive me for my stubbornness.
Why things always have to end this way.
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