I wonder if you feel bad, even a little.
For judging me before knowing what happened.
For leaving me when you know that would tear me apart.
For not standing by my side because you're blinded by something else.
For hating me for being myself when you used to understand me the most.
For not talking to me when I needed a talk so much that I could barely breathe.
I dw to say that you've changed, maybe it's me the one who changed.
I cared about you so much, that I started to ask for more.
I was so worried that..... haha I guess it doesn't matter now. So unnecessary.
Damn, who do I thought I am? I think you'd forgotten the save button.
After all, back to zero. Thanks tho, for the memories, some are really good ones.
