9:13 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
I miss a lot of people, I miss all the things we used to do, I miss the person I used to be. I wonder if any these people missed me too? I feel like I'm running on the same spot, with no doors to open. Love is not about blaming, not about sarcasm. A lot of times, I feel like I've been thrown back to square one. How many times have you cried and wished someone would be there, how many time have you told yourself - it's okay, I'm alone, I'll be fine?
Just the other day, I had a short walk with my granny. I realised how much I've missed out, how insensitive I've been. But I know, she still cares cause she loves. I've been trying to do my best, I'm not the average teenager whose life is about finding someone to fall head over heels with. So, how much do you actually know about me before even trying to judge me? All I wanted to ask for was a little more innocence. Sometimes, I really wished I could be like the rest of them. Where can I reach out for when I need a helping hand? Blank.
>Talk to me.