It's a gloomy sunday afternoon and I'm rotting to death without you.
It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
7:13 AM,
Feb 25, 2011

When i read about how hear t shattered into many pieces.
I am so glad I am not like her. Reading her pained words, make me glad that i am not in her shoes.
Pretending that you are alright even you are not.