i thought someone would pry me open.
i thought you would.
i'm white. don't you remember?
what happened to those "cmon, share with me"-s? or did i hurt you too much? :'(

i thought you would come.
i wanted so much for you to be there.


i was angry, very angry.
then i realised she was right.
someting's wrong with me.


this thing never seem to end, and i'm sinking deeper, cracking further.
wait, this is a dream right?
that person isn't me.
no, she can't be me.
i don't cry easily.
i don't.



i'm doing the all things that i wanna do, but why am i still so unhappy?