I can't believe this.
I lost him. And now I'm eating cheesecake. I'd prefer losing weight than to keep gaining. But two bites and I'm full.
I'm gonna live autopilot, but I'm gonna live it in a nice shape.
I'm gonna make my life busy. I'm gonna work out, run, learn to drive, improve my English, read lots of books, watch horror movies alone, be organized, study really hard, hang out and karaoke to death with my classmates, and never fall in love.
I'll be here if you need me.
I still have faith in us.
Even if cheesecakes, milk and yogurt get me diarrhea, I'll eat a little.
Even if the aircon easily caused my sinuses to go mad, I'll still on it but face somewhere.
Even if we had fights, there will be a solution.
You can't tell me to stop eating what I love, stop feeling aircon, stop loving you. You can't make me do that. There has to be a way.
You blindfolded me. You made me realized that nothing is impossible. You made the impossible possible, we can too.
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