I can't believe I'd have to put it this way, but maybe you don't know me afterall. Maybe I'm not as bad as you think.

I don't know if a piece of cloth can make me feel better but I'll try. Maybe it won't because it reminds me of something I cannot do.

Perhaps it's God's way of telling me that nothing can be perfect but just now, it was almost perfect. But that is all it can be, only almost.

As usual, incoherent paragraphs (it almost defines my style already SIGHH) but I'm sorry, too many random thoughts in my head. Like, I miss my gfs. <3