It's usually the same old story. You fall flat on your face, time and time again, but you never learn.
I should just stop thinking for a while. And I'll never stop believing that it must be so much easier to be cold.
Especially in times like this, when life feels like a Venn diagram. I don't know why I feel this way. And now it's so weird. So wrong, somehow. It's strange, how something so right just does an about turn and goes wrong in the blink of an eye. And the worst thing is when you can understand it.


It just makes it a whole lot worse. When you know you're wrong.

That was then. This is now. It's late. At night. It's usually always late. I am tired. But, I'll try. I know what those words meant. They meant the world to me. They are a part of now. You are a part of now, my now, always and forever.
Don't let it be too long. Please.
Things have changed.