There’s a man called the doctor. He lives on a cloud in the sky and all he does, all day, every day, is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams
I will always be a third wheel in your heart. Thinking that I would be able to replace all that she meant to you. Who am I kidding?
I’m just so tired of living life like this. Sure, I do enjoy my days with T, but whenever I’m alone, it’s still D that’s on my mind. I stalk him every single day, I look through every single one of his tweets and photos… I feel so fucked up over this stranger. I’m actually happy that he doesn’t seem as happy as before. Well, he does deserve the unhappiness, honestly. I want to know what I did wrong, what made me imperfect. He’s still perfect to me, every single thing about him. I wonder if F will love him the same. Nobody will love him like I do.