remember cuddles in the kitchen
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
You know that feeling when you're expecting something so bad, so freaking bad that you think you could die just waiting for it to happen? In the end, whatever it is that you're expecting turns out to be a fragment of your bloody imagination waiting to turn sour on you. Then all it leaves you with is that sinking feeling of regret. Extreme regret because for once in your life you cannot help but blame yourself for being such an idiot. An idiot for thinking that there might actually be a possibility, the tiniest of possibility even, that something will happen. For believing yes, an idiot for believing that it might happen when in actual fact, it won't.