Because the past is tearing me up

Bit by bit, part by part.

MSN should never keep message histories.

I read, and remembered. How I cried like fuck in front of the com.
I read, and saw. Your apology, that never mattered.
I read, and thought. How would it be like now if I didn't care about how others thought, didn't care about what others said, and said yes when you asked if we were together?

Would we still be together? Or, would you do the same to me, like what you did to her with me?

Afterall, karma's a bitch.






I read, and recalled. I used to have a good friend, a very good one indeed. You were with my through all the shits, and we were there for each other, cos you had shits happening to you too. Our message history was full of my suicidal thoughts, and your encouragement. Of us encouraging each other to follow our hearts.

But time, it changed everything. Though you'd never see this, but I really appreciate whatever happened back then. And well, our friendship would be a strong one if not for our relationships/friendships with others.

I guess this is life yes.