you are supposed to be the one whom i want to tell everything to. but what right do i have now to bother you with my messy and fuck'ed up life? i'm sorry, to you and also to myself.
and sorry yf, i think i kept crying in front of you ever since we knew each other this year. im really not a crybaby. it's just that i dont know why things all caught me off guard so easily this year.