I wonder if I was meant for you.

Sometimes I'd like to think everything remains.

That changes isn't really there.

Joee and I.


Yet again, assignments piling up.
I hate who I've been.
Disappearance you'd have to face quite often, because I can't seem to keep it in anymore.
Ramblings, fightings, cheatings, lyings.
Rendezvous.

Goodbye, xx.