I guess I started off pre-tty well. Am I a bad person? Do I hurt the one I love? I'm not sure, I don't even know how I feel anymore. He was supposed to be here, with me tonight. It hurts to be too optimistic sometimes, hope isn't always a good thing. Maybe he is with someone else, maybe the time "I" needed was forgotten. Or maybe I was. Now he seems to not care at all. I just wish that what I started, can finish. He wasn't the problem, I was. I'm the only thing that blocks everything. I have to organize myself for once and for all, because, I swear to you, that all of my selfies would be black & white, if cameras captured souls and feelings.
