Streak of tears

Oh fuck it, I seri­ous­ly hate this kind of feel­ings. The feel­ings of being alone, in the room. Lis­ten­ing to the music that only spells for dis­as­ter!

How can I be so vul­ner­a­ble to a boy that had left me for some­one else. How can I be so vul­ner­a­ble with streaks of tears falling down my cheek just by look­ing at the SMS that L had sent me.


I need to be strong, I told myself. I real­ly need to. It is not right for a man to cry for so many days over the same issue.

One way to explain it, it is because I love you, L.

  1. No wor­ries can. I’m alright. It just doesn’t feel right not to cry when you think about some­one that you real­ly love.