It's so difficult for me...You leave and I die, you stay and I drown. I cry every night just thinking about our mistakes, our memories, and our regrets. You are unbearably hard to get out of my mind...why can't you just let me be happy? ...Just once?
Manga girl <<<This describes me perfectly. I'll really want to talk about something and someone will walk up and ask me if I'm okay. I'll say "Yea" while thinking "Like I'd ever tell you!". Why do I do this to myself?