Ya'll suck. Ya'll ain't true to teach other, ya'll fake it.
I have no fucking reason why, I felt so tired that I went io my room, and then my mood went missing. And all I felt like doing was cry. Tried but couldn't.
Then I searched for my YOG performance. Watched it gazillions of times and the tears gushed out. Endless.
YOG you made me so happy you were there for me but you had to leave.
Sigh. I just miss those times. Those times I know I'll never ever get back. I'm moving on, but the past holds on as I try to catch up with the future and treasure the present.
But the past..holds on too strong.