Angel
Just got home from the freaking long day I had. I throw myself on the couch, while leaning comfortably, I started to close my eyes.
“is that your hobby? Bothering people with their own lives? Maybe what I heard about you is true. You are a person who lacks attention and love, I just want to say that I understand you, and I wish you could find someone who could make you feel that you are loved.”
those words of him cuts deep on me as it keeps on playing over my mind. A feeling of anger clawed at my chest, I sighed.
Bothering people’s lives? May be the other way most of the time.
A person who lacks love and attention? yes it’s true, nobody loves me and I don’t care.
He understands me? No way, no one will be able to understand me.
No one will understand why I became like thi
