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maybe i'm dreaming. maybe i shouldn't try to see things good. maybe he's an asshole and saw me as this little cute girl he could sleep with. maybe he isn't the guy i thought he'd be, maybe the whole 'us' thing isn't
something special. it looks a lot like a tragedy now. and perfectly on time when 2010 ends i think about it. what if it's true and all this time i tried to hold on to 'us' is just wasted time? what if every time i think about him is a wasted thought and wasted space on my mind? maybe i should let go. maybe