I wanted to share things with you.
I wanted to tell everything with you.
I wanted to give everything to you.
I wanted to.
I always do.

Sometimes the rollercoaster ride in life makes me a little bit too scared to even want to take a ride on it.
I knew it. You just got to be good to be true.
I know deep down enough that I'm never worth any continential space in your heart, in fact anyone heart. I'm not that one.
I have regrets no more. You are just inches away. Why do you have to make matter worst and went around and stab me hard? Why does the males always makes the females hurt?
The old me was right. No matter how perfect a guy turns out to be, they are, and is, all the same.
I'm always wrong. Always and always. And I hate that one weakness of mine.
I, clearlyl, knew this: I SUCK SUCK SUCK. AT EVERY MOMENT OF PEOPLE'S LIFE.

But I just have to grow. And thats cuss, inevitable):