There's something in me that feels so hollow.
When i got home i used to be so amused because i can't help to tell how's my day to you. How it started really boring because i couldn't get the seat in bus and how my mom was blaming me for things that my sister did.
But now, when i got home, i just sit in my bed rewind all those things we used to do, searching where did i do wrong?

It get worse day by day.

I never stopped hoping that one day you will knocking at my door saying you're sorry for everything you did and you miss me.
And tonight, i gazing at my door hoping you will show up with that sad smile face you had.

I know you hated me for making things looks so major than it has to be. But i really not ready for this situation,you left me without a single warning. So now i'm in hurry to get a help. So sorry

I found you look really calm, are all we had is too heavy for you? So you've already let it all go?

do you remember the stories i told you? The one that i have to stand still in bus like for 2 hours because of the traffic jam? I told you that i'm so weary that day, but hey, i didn't know the day without speaking to you is more exhausting than that.

But i have to let go,life is moving forward.
Before you walk away, i just want to say, thankyou for stopping by.