Don't stop me now.

And so it is, just like you said it would be.

Stuck on this thing of stranger, it’s so weird how you become a stranger in minutes. In a optimist point of view,days, but not real.

Someday you’ll come at a big point : love is a thing that’s inside of you. But only you. Don’t expect big feelings, even from someone you’re sure would love you.

Nobody loves. Love’s not normal, regular thing. Love’s a thing to be inside, nobody can even imagine that you love. You can’t show your love, only pretend.

Pretending is the perfect way to make people happy and don’t hurt anybody for a while. But, God, when you get it, it kills you.

Now I learned. Now I’m one of you all.