~Ripped~

there was I again, back in home, walked around town, i'm doing well, until i walked into a familiar book store in a mall nearby where memories of the year bfore rushed into me the smell of ink on paper, and the coldness of the floor, reminded me how much that those memories were made.. im definitely not going to live on those memories anymore.. though i replied her messages, but.. yeah.. i think i need to let go for good. not because of anything, because of i feel i deserve better.. after everything. it has come to that.. that i wont bend anymore, and take hits. i will keep myself happy, and thats a promise=))