Listening to is as I'm typing this. Doubt I can ever find happiness like THAT again. Sigh, what I wouldn't do to be a kid again.
Yeah. I scrunch up my face when I'm not happy and I find comfort in eating ( geez, tambah cycling and kickboxing to my cardio again ).
Love the feeling of slamming car doors. But I didn't mean it, it's just because I didn't want you to notice the tears in my eyes. Urgh, this is sooooo not worth my tears.
I put on a fake smile everyday for everyone to see so that they will all think that I'm okay. But I never am? Fuck it. Even houseflies gets treated better that I do.
Comfort food is love. Beats pasta.
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