My hormones get the best of me since a couple of years now. I am a sick sentimental, all mushy mushy, being. I remember the beautiful years when I hardly used to give a crap about anything and crying was for pathetic little girls. Now, I am the pathetic little girl
Simple Questions:
Why do things come to an end?
Why must we say goodbye?
Why must we move on?
Isn't life good the way it seems to be?
Why all the chaos?
I just want everything to stop.
Just like that.
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