ADVANCE PAPERS THIS WEEK. I HAVENT STARTED STUDYING SERIOUSLY.
It's been ages since you last did that to me.
It seemed like you're blaming me for everything that goes wrong.
Please don't tell me indirectly or behind my back that I'm not doing my job.
Sometimes I feel like shouting so hard at you,
but it feels so heartbreaking.
Things are turning out worse every single day.
I wished the times that we would talk,
and now we would have this silent war between us.
I knew it,
I shouldn't have done it.
You replied my text today,
but I felt a tinge of anger from you while doing so.
Great,
I lost something today.
Anyway, that thing is still in front of me.
Wrapped.
I feel like clawing it apart and tearing the card apart.
But this just kills me.
Before the happy times, we were like strangers in the street.
After the happy times, we were close friends.
After the storm, looks like the bridge between us had collapsed.
