everyone's definition of perfect is different
It’s so cold tonight

I don’t know what is it that is going on my mind.
I don’t think I’m usually like this.
K fine maybe I am always like this.
But I don’t know whyyyy, why?
Why is it only happening to this kind of situation?
Why only this??

*Accompanying myself with this sorrowful song, The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore by beloved James Morrison. (Though it has nothing to do with what I’m writing now. But it gets me every time, my veins, to my heart xx)

    1. Timestamp: Tuesday 2012/08/21 0:20:00