Bư.

"Really tired dear"

And I'm angry for you dear.
You are one of those people that I'm scared to talk to, but I have to.

Do you know why I'm scared?

Because of your eyes. Black and deep, so black and so deep, it reminds me of Black Hole, because that's what your eyes do. It absorbs all the light. Maybe the only thing it emits is your pain.
And that's also why I have to talk to you, I have to risk being pulled into that Black Hole. I don't want to leave you there alone.

I told you "tough times never last. tough people do". I've been telling that to a lot of my friends.
But none of them replied me this way "No, I'm not tough". And when you did it, that suddenly made me feel soft. Did I forget that we all have the right to be weak sometimes?

It takes strength to be tough. But sometimes it takes courage to admit that you are weak.

Go, girl. Do whatever makes you feel better.

See you again one day, okay?


You are the strangest girl I've ever known.