My Pride or Yours ?

I really hated it. I really did. This is the worst day of my life. You don’t care to listen whatever my explanation was. You just care about your angle. Like you once said, you have your own reasons to do things, but when I said that I do, too, you said they’re not explanations, just excuses.

I don’t know what else to say. All I did was wrong it seems to you.

Explosion, Explosion !

You can tell me anything, you can even shout “fuck you” to me (I prefer you do it than just shout it though).

Love is really like a glue. Sometimes you think it’s safe, and crave for more. When it dizzies you, you just don’t know what to do. Emotions are just blended, waiting to explode.

That what scares me, not if, but when it’s gonna explode. After it’d  explode, please bear in mind that we have to still hold on to each other hands, no matter how bad the wounds we’ve got.