Can I hold you one last time?

To fight the fear that is growing in my mind.




I'm still dwelling over you.
Well done for winning.
I don't have any credit to text you back.
Every day I feel even more pathetic, because I hardly speak to you, and some how my affection seems to grow. I don't want to give up. I hate you and love you at the same time.
pfft.

I had my first hangover today.
Perhaps it suddenly happens when you turn 16 or something.
It's not much fun, I'll tell you that.