Friday, January 22, 2010

I don't care how scary that clown looks,

because I'm going to keep it on my wall for a long time.

Sometimes it takes a lot for someone to realize how much you mean to them. Whether it be a death or just the person has to leave. Those who say they don't care really do, and when it comes to the breaking moment - they crack.

You cry, you scream and but you try to hide it all. But it gets hard when it feels as if you're allergic to your own tears. If I could go back and do it all over again, I would. Not because I messed up, but because I have to closure. I don't get how I'm supposed to feel. I wasn't supposed to get so attached.

But I did, and I don't regret it.

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