I'll be my own reflection.

i stumbled upon our conversations in my comp, named you. those times were so nice and happy and much more carefree-er than now. i didn't care much bout what people say behind me because it's so true. we were just, just almost there. before it's all gone.

it has been a scandalous repeating mess. there had been joy and laughter but it's still different.. so many times i thought i'd rather turn back time and remain where i was. i don't like acting i don't care when i actually do, even if it's a little bit.

i've nothing much else to say.