I'm sad.
I'm sad everytime I think about you.
I'm sad everytime I think about the memories we had.
I'm sad everytime I try so hard to convince myself that I'll get through it.
Because simply, I don't want to.
I don't want to feel any pain.
But I am fully aware that it's impossible.
It's important to feel things, I know.
But sometimes it's necessary to not feeling anything.
You mattered to me. So much.
You came into my life just like that, an easy step.
When I was broken, and empty.
A broken emptiness, I called it..
I thought I could do better.
But the fact that I couldn't, made me upset.
I was sad.
And lonely.
I actually still am.
