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OBLIVIATE;
Muse
Specs
Way Out
Credits
Dashboard
I push myself into broken music, in the bleakness of a tragedy.

Flowers wither and scatter, the moon tilts and disappears, But my heart won’t ever change, I love you, I love you.


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Boys have feelings too.
Monday, October 6, 20148:41 PM


I've never felt so lonely before throughout this period of time because you aren't here. I have people looking out for me and praying for me but this is exactly the kind of feeling when the only person you want to see and talk to isn't here. I am thankful for all the people who noticed something was wrong and asked me if I was okay but I'm not okay. I won't be okay until I find some closure.


Anyway, the only thing I wish to say to you is that I can't change your mind. You make your own decisions. But what I can choose to do is to promise to stay with you and support you no matter what you choose to do. And also that I hope you never ever doubt anything you believe in, and don't deny yourself of things because you only deserve the best.


I miss you so much. It's not even a week yet.


I think I think of you too much because I dreamt of you and I dreamt that we were walking after I took a test and everything was so familiar because it was exactly like how it used to be. And we were just laughing and talking about everything under the sun. Then suddenly I remembered that you were supposed to tell me if you still wanted to be with me or not because that's what I've been waiting for. And then suddenly you just told me that I was so childish, and maybe that's why you fell for me. And I was so relieved, I felt like all the weight in my heart was lifted. And then I woke up and I cried because it was really all just a dream.


I've made up my mind on what to do but I'm so scared.