I'm Missing You Again.

3:36 am.

I really should avoid staying up late. When I stay up late... I think. Over and over again. About everything.

And then I start to miss you. So much that it starts to hurt too.

And then I'd cry. And no matter how many times I'd wipe off tears on my cheeks, it'd be pointless because new ones would come and replace them again.

Ganun kita ka miss.


But I don't think you miss me. :c

I fucking hate feeling this way.