I love you , mum.
I love you, aunt (even though I always snub you)
I love you, grandma (even though you’re always so naggy)
I love you, the Ling family
I love you, my cute fatty chihuahua (even though I always push you away when you try to slobber all over me)
I love you, my greatest friends ever
I love you, my Canon 600D (okay fine it’s not a human but still!)
I love you… you.
Bitch, I got sexy, that’s what happened.
Bitch, I got sexy, that’s what happened.
It’s perfectly fine that you don’t see the good in me anymore - but why’d you also convince me to lose faith in myself too?
It’s a little hard to accept that we are in such an awkward and difficult position now; that you want me around yet at the same time we’ve to understand that things aren’t the same anymore. You still call me by the affectionate nicknames you’ve given me yet you don’t want to commit; you want to hold me like before but you don’t wish to give me security; you want freedom yet to don’t wish to let me go completely.
I don’t know whether I should start steeling up my heart because I still believe you’re worth it. The memories are hard to erase - it’s virtually impossible. I just feel quite lost inside if I should treat you frivolously or should I do my best to keep this fire alive.
