Let me define boy :

• a waste of a perfectly good flower.
• toilets ; they're either occupied or full with shits.
• they break girl's heart, that's why they don't break necks.
• they're like trees, they take 50 years to grow up.

So here goes my story, I'm always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favourite songs can make me cry. I live in the past, in the memories I have with the people I love. I hate thinking bout the reality and I'm so homesick. I'm not homesick in the sense of missing my house, I'm more to like heartsick, for all the things I won't get back. I can't define myself. I guessed i'm just a cliche - the girl that love so much and gets nothing in return. I said i finally gave up. I turned away, drop my fake smile and tears ran down my cheek as i whispered, I can't take it anymore. Before love, my heart was a black hole, after love, i didn't have heart. so which is better ? Can I like have a surgery and change my heart ? it might be much better. As I'm updating my blog, I realize most of my post is about you. Know why? I update my freaking blog midnight because IWTCBIS. :D
No worries, you didn't break my heart. All you did was killing it. Some part was mended but something dead cannot be healed

p.s : Love is for losers. I'm one of them.