Tell me how to feel?

Tell me to stop loving you.

Tell me it's inappropriate.

Tell me that you and I are never going to be.

Tell me that I'll never stand a chance.

Tell me you hate me, that I'm the ugliest girl you've ever seen.

Break my heart,

Tear me apart.

Leave and don't come back this time.

Tell me whatever you told her.

Please, MAKE ME stop loving you.

Coz while I walked home today, I realized that you really are never going to be the guy in my dreams.

You're really not the same person.

And it's no point hurting and bleeding if we're never going to be.

If I didn't love you, maybe I wouldn't be going through this right now.

And when you left, it killed me inside.

You know? Knowing that I'd never get another chance to see your smile,

To hear your laugh, hear your voice.

Never have another chance to talk to you,

Laugh at you, look at you, watch as you snap your fingers, watch as you talk to other people.

Watch as you look at me,

I'd never be able to feel the butterflies, to feel the weak knees,

I'd never get another chance to ever see you again.

And just the thought of it could make me cry.

But now, I think it's what I want.

I think I do want you to never come back.

Don't ever walk into my life again.

Coz I know you don't even like me,

I know you probably find me annoying and boring.

So, why don't you go away?

Go away and you could be happy.

And if you're happy, I'm happy too.

You wouldn't have to ever see me again.

Block me, never accept me.

Don't ever look my way.

It won't affect you in the least, of that I'm sure.

You'd probably be happier, right?

One less girl falling head over heels for you,

One less girl you don't want to fall for you.

Well, yeah.

Guess I really am just another one of those girls.

Oh well.

It was only just a dream, wasn't it?

It wasn't anything. Didn't really mean anything.

Did it?

Love♥
Zeal.



No, if I go with my heart,

You'd be unhappy.

And I can't have that, can I?

If you're unhappy, I'd be a thousand times more unhappy.

Really. I know.

So, yeah.

I guess everyone does have to be happy but me.

But then again, you'd be happy if I don't go with my heart.

So then... Would I be happy as well?



And you have no idea how sorry I am.

How sorry I am for thinking that I knew you,

For treating you like... that.

For all the times I've acted as though I really could have a chance, when I don't.

When I never do.

I'm so sorry.



Haha, yeah.

I like this picture, because it tells a story for me.

No one knows. No one really ever does.