Dear FutureMe,
So 'm sending you a bunch of personal notes or diary entries kind of thing that I wrote on the phone and 'm deleting it because I don't want my Love to read it and feel bad about me. I really hope things have gotten bettee in your life. I hope you're mature in your decision making now but are still childish when it comes to happiness. I hope you enjoy the little things more than you ever did. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. If you're not then please leave any **** that's making you sad. Just leave. You've had enough of unhappiness girl. Live your life. Save a little money and go on a vacation with your guy. You're still dating him right? I hope treating you all good. Anyways, Here it is.
My ****** Life:
Everybody is living their life. And I'm here just wishing I never existed. They're all having the best times of their life. Going to beautiful places. With their little group of quality friends because they realized who matters and who doesn't. They no longer care about anybody else except their friend circle. And why would they? They know how to have fun, take selfies, be sad if a friend is leaving the city, be super excited if he/she is coming back, missing him while he's gone, meeting after months and still comfortable enough to be silly with one another, seeing that nothing has changed. They're defining friendships on Instagram and Facebook.
And here I am. Crying myself to a song that doesn't even make sense to me. Its a beautiful one though. But my senses have stopped and I can not focus on the lyrics any more. Iktara it is. Though after a long time I can relate to the first line of the song "O re manwa tu toh baawra hai. Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai. Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai baawre. Kyu dikhaae sapne tu sote jaate". I dedicate it totally to my ****** brain. Too bad I have focus problems, I ignored the first line seriously!? Well whatever. The point is life is so bad and I see no further improvement in it. It just keeps getting worse.
30.10.14
itsmelynmey:
over 1 year ago