The more I think about it, I kept receiving a feeling that I shouldn’t be together with you.

Say goodbye.

Faith. Fate. Destiny. Chance.

I’m here, feeling ohsosad with tears swelling up in my eyes while you’re out there enjoying your day with your friends. You’re great, ohsogreat.

Please go and die.

You don’t get to treat me like this, you this damn fucking asshole. Fuck.

The little pieces of your heart that melts.