Down

Lately, I felt a sense of sorrow. I think I know the reasons for it. There's just a reason. About Paul. I thought that we can still be attached despite of distance matter. It's really suffering when you can reach the highest point to happy-- ecstacy. Then, a few seconds later, you fell off to the ground. I hit the ground before, but I'm still not awake. I hate myself being like this. I'd decided to quit everything linked to bf matters. It'll come to me some day, I believe.