Finale.

congratulations to you if you found this stupid pathetic space. how are you? i'm doing okay at most and being a self-loathing bitch at worst. anyway, i miss writing since i've had too many things to tell but i don't know how or which part to start with.

or may be.. some things are better left unspoken.

as for now, i should keep breathing and living. because life goes on, supposedly.

The end.

You don't destroy the person you love.

But maybe I am destroying myself.
Oh well, do I love myself enough?
Doubt it.
And I'm not surprised if you don't too.