I just don't feel alright at all.
It is disheartening to read the words. It is upset for flashback. It frustrates me when I am thinking of you. It makes me angry when I remember the Moment.
I am asking to myself, is there anything I did wrong? Why? I keep asking myself "WHY"? But there is no answer.
The wound, not even a scar yet, and it is still bleeding. No matter how hard he tried, he is not able to dilute your importance in my mind.
Wake up and Look wiser, Stella!
