I really don’t know why I was never the exact epitome of your ideals. I was never your ideal. Perhaps, I was never been anyone’s, and that’s just fine. Sometimes, I would poke myself in secret, thinking that it would stop this wicked connection I feel every time we meet. Was it even a connection…Read more
Even though how much our parents…
… told us that they love you and your siblings fairly, there will always a time when all you can do is to sit at the darkest corner of your room while crying silently because you are that one member of the family who is the black sheep, always blamed, because you are you and…Read more
Oh I really hate this feeling.
Those clement eyes looking straight into my innocent soul. I hate this more than the coffee stains that spilled on my white bedsheet. I hate this more than the storms on a strong rain. I hate the feeling more than I hate you. Those eyes looking at me are begging again for another chance. But…Read more