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Coffee, its steams, breathe... all these things remind me of life, of coming and going and turning back. They remind me of confusion, I turned back from where I started, I don`t know what I think, I don`t know what I feel, I don`t know what I want. I don`t even want me, I want to dissapear, to let things go away. I want me to go away.  I`m so pathetic!
I have to let him go, I have to believe in good, but I am not so idealistic anymore, things have changed thus far.


dear darling,
you wanna know if you still have the power to pick them up even if you`re  here. you wanna know if you still can cheat everyone and also be the good guy with those puppy eyes. you know how bad I hate the boys who think they deserve everything and they can have every girl and every shit they want. and it`s so naive to think you`re not the same. in a way or another, you`re all the same. 
I`m sick of everything...where`s that trust? can you tell me, dear darling?