Set me free.
I admit, i am still stuck with you. What to do, this is what it supposed to be. I am not hurt yet i am attached to you , like a spirit. Well, that is a scary metaphor. Time will heal everything. I seriously hope so. So, please don’t ever reappear in my mind again.
When can i be as normal as i was again? To be as cold as ice when i wanna be. As for now, i feel like i am wearing a mask. That really suck . Half me, half not me. Not real, but yet there is some of the real me within. Dilemma.
I will recover soon enough to find the real me. I buried the dead ones and retrieved the live ones. (: Splicing is what it is called. Biology works here. YAY! Pathetic me. *shrugged*
What is your name , boy?