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.