The One With No Title

I'm okie.
If she's okie.

The One With The Replacement

Everything in life gets replaced and forgotten.
As my "substitute" stepped in today, it is clear that I'm not an exception.
Why would I be?
Her arrival today also meant my imminent departure.
I was shown a glimpse of what life without me would be to my friends.
I couldn't help but wonder how long would it be before I also get replaced in her heart.

My time with her diminishes as days go by.
How many more times can she fall asleep on my bed?
How many more times can I fetch her home?
How many more times can I kiss her and say goodnight?

How can I pretend that everything will be alright when deep down I know I won't be?

The One Without Any Title

If you're leaving, will you take me with you?

The One Where The Pictures Say It All

The One Without Any Title

I'm so jaded.
I'm so tired.
I'm feeling melancholy from all these events.

I don't want to be involved.
I don't want to care.
I don't even want to know who's wrong or who's right.

People do stupid things
People do fucked up shit
People do all these mess and others have to clean up for them

I have my own problems
I have my own shit.
I have my own fights I need to face

Does anyone care?
Does anyone know?
Does anyone even bother if I'm alright?

I need a break
I need some fresh air
I need to see her and put all my troubles away...
(even if it'll only makes me feel better for a small amount of time)