i dont know. i dont know whether to hate or love weekends. it definitely a way to get away from all the stress i get in school. but every weekend, something happens. something just must happen to me. i can never have a perfect weekend again. nothing will ever get back to normal. weekends used to be the best days of life. but ever since you were gone, i dont see the point of having weekends. i just get another problem from the weekends. as if the weekdays dont torture me enough. i dont get it. is my life a torture chamber that never ends unless my time comes? every week is a dying feeling. weekdays are for me to get stressed up by school and studies. and weekends are for me to have emotional torment. and every moment in every minute of every day is for me to think about you. everything is this damned world has some connection to you in one way or another. everything. everybody. all these is just reminding me of you. reminding me of how it had been, how it is, how it could have been. i want to stop caring. i want to forget you. i want to let you go. but i cant. i just cant. i million nails have stucked you down onto my mind. no hammer can ever remove them. you're just going to be there forever. i cant do anything about it even if i wanted. sure, i can stop loving you. but i'll never ever forget you. never ever stop thinking about you. never ever forget every moment with you. cuz now thats its over, im in a void.
thanks for the memories.