I was planning to do my thesis when I stumbled upon 'some things' yang made me very angry. I suck in anger management so there I was, crying to death while holding my phone, calling him.

It sucks when all you can do is thinking about the same thing over and over again but then realized there's no one who cares.

And I kept telling myself, "what if..., what if..."

It can't be undone, can't rewind. Life's no remote control.

When I said I'm done. It really means "FIGHT FOR ME."