I meant..

Okay, last chance. If you don’t say or do anything that’ll prove that you still are into me, I’m done. I’m letting go of these long-time hopes and stubborn feelings for real.

Or maybe last two.

*weak laugh* When will I succeed in getting over you?

Room that comforts

The hardest part about crying in the bathroom isn’t when you sit on the toilet for the longest time nor when you place your hand on your mouth to avoid making any noise; it’s when you think you’re already okay but you get up seeing your swollen eyes and damp cheeks in the mirror.. And you break down all over again.

Funny how the things you want are within reach but can’t do anything.. How you want to admit the truth but have to resist.. How sometimes things just don’t work out the way you want it to.

I’m just grateful for tints, blushes, and lipsticks that help conceal dull, sick, lonely faces of girls who are either ill or having a bad day.