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I don't want to remember anything about you actually. It hurts. It hurts when I remember a day, exactly a year ago. I tried to forget, tried to not to care but there were too many unplanned things happened that remind me of you. And it hurts me even more. All the songs, all the little things, I do remember. But, do you? Do you care enough to remember? I think you don't. You never do. You didn't even see me. I am invisible. Or you just pretend you didn't see? Or you don't want to see me?

I'm tired of remembering all those shits. I'm tired of crying.
This post is cheesy.
I am cheesy.

And it's raining.


I know it's almost impossible to you to read this. Maybe there will be other people that read and judge me and they will say I am a bitch for something that they even don't know at all. I don't want you anymore.

I just,
miss the days that we've spent together.

Maybe,
I m*ss you.



Gabriella,
xoxo