LOST

You realise this is the stupid way out right? You don't even attempt to fix what was broken, you just leave it in the attic until it fades into dust. You forget how much it meant to you and you never think about it again. 

One day, you will slowly climb the creaking attic stairs, afraid of what you will find. As your flashlight finds the darkest corners of the room, you creep towards the place of forgotten things. There you will find it. You will find that thing that made you so happy. 

You pull it out of its hiding spot, holding it to your chest, wondering why you even let it go. You take it in both your arms and skip down the stairs into your bedroom. You will sit on your bed. Only now will you try to attempt to fix what was broken. You realise you can't. 

Ciao Ciao, I want to be your friend but you're making it impossible for me. 

Got my hair cut! lel it was like five centimetres

red lipstick saturday

wat

With fatigue,

Thanhy xoxo