looking at the constructions outside the window just have to make me miss you so much.
still remember after you ‘recovered’ and returned back to work, buying lunches for me whenever you pass by home.
why was i so immature then.
i didnt know how much you’ve suffered, how much pain you’ve endured.
perhaps i am receiving my karma now.
with the stupid life i am now living.
i am really tired of everything.