Life is not a movie.
There is no "perfect man" who will love me as I am and sweep me off my feet and be ridiculously good-looking at the same time.
It is foolish to expect the best of people.
Not everyone is a potential soulmate.
It's hard to feel at home in a place you don't belong.
Everyday I wake only up to spend my time in foreign territory.
My home is no more. I have nowhere else to go.
It should all feel normal by now, but it doesn't.
When will it feel normal?
Why do i regret something
That never was?
How can i miss someone
I never really knew?
It was always virtual.
Not the real image i'd longed for.
How can you say we will never be friends again
When we were hardly ever friends to begin with?
