Things I can be:
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1:58 AM, 10 March, 2011
The Frostmourne to your Arthas
The jelly to your peanutbutter
The charger to your laptop
The Pikachu to your Ash
The Fuji to your Tezuka
I am not angry, I am just tired.
If you come and talk, properly, I swear I will be alright again.
I will be whatever you thought I am, hardworking, cheerful, serious, whatever.
But I don't know what to expect and what I want and what you want and what we want, hard enough.
I feel like I am thinking too much into things that aren't meant to be, given my heart out too much and it is lost en route because it is not with you.
Tell me something, please. Your 'later's never do come and they are consuming me alive.
/Would you rather be absurdly happy for that brief period of time and bear the pain after that, or not be that happy at all?
/tearing on the school benches and I don't know what to do at all.
Labels: Rants.
