Reviewing old pictures and scenes in my head and hoping that the past can be changed. Hopelessly trying to say something instead of what I've already said. Pointlessly wishing that night, that whole day, could change in past. Bringing back memories is just hurting me, without lovely remembering anything good that happened that day. It wasn't that bad, but now it seems awkward, bad, not fun at all, even a bit scary. Arguing was never a good thing, drinking was making us brave, kissing supposed to make us happy. Neither of that happened. Why? I don't know. They say karma is a bitch.
Post je objavljen 02.04.2012. u 19:37 sati.