
I hate how love can be so fucking blind at times that it makes you give up on us like that. I hate how i couldnt answer to the pple who seem to ask one after another on why arent we hanging out tgt anymore. I hate how coming across old pictures would never fail to remind me of how much things have changed from then, and that the times we had were not enough for you to fight for our friendship. And i hate the fact that i'll feel sad/angry/disappointed all over again each time these thoughts run through my mind.