hai you and all of your complicated things, i look at you and always think about you whether i dont have you on my eyes. you are just a piece of bullshit anyway, but im still into you. hate that anyway. never fell into someone like this before. talking to you is just a medicine, while im having an insomnia. and yeah i hate it . you are so bad boy, you dont like me either, but i care about you, a lot. so tiring. God, can i please be my old self? the one who weren't bothered about something called love. and you, can you please, i dont know sometimes i want you to be disappeared, but i cant survive thou. dumb me. what im supposed to do ?