The following narrative is pure fiction. Ian is not here right now.

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My world turned upside down. My heart almost stopped beating. I did not know. Maybe I am being perasan. And I do think a lot, so it might not even be what I think it is.

So yeah. Just feel so stupid and feel like punching myself to a pulp.

I cannot even achieve something that I promised.

And it hurts when I know that I cannot stop when all the cardiac muscle of my heart shouted in unison, “Stop! Let me go back!”

Time goes and never waits.

So, as quoted from my friend, “Life goes on. Move on, dude.”

You do not know how many times I wanted to hold you, how I wanted to protect you, how I wished things were different. But I just cannot. Deep down, I feel like there is something I have to do first. Inevitable confusion ensues.

I wake up, it’s a bad dream, no one on my side

I was fighting, but I just feel too tired to be fighting, guess I’m not the fighting kind.

This song really came back and hit me in the head. Haunted me. Keane really has a knack for composing emo songs.

How much I hated myself for hurting you.