I feel exhausted, like all the energy in me is drained out. This pain in my chest, it feels so real. I know I'm over reacting. It's not even my love story, it's not even someone close to me.
Things like these just happens whenever I read, I indulge myself too much in those words that their world becomes mine.
There's no Tobias crying over his dead girlfriend who fought for world peace. My heart aches over the death of a fictional character, over a story with a bad ending.
I just hate this feeling so so much it feels like I've just broken up with a boyfriend I love very much, as if I know how is that feeling.
Things like these just happens whenever I read, I indulge myself too much in those words that their world becomes mine.
There's no Tobias crying over his dead girlfriend who fought for world peace. My heart aches over the death of a fictional character, over a story with a bad ending.
I just hate this feeling so so much it feels like I've just broken up with a boyfriend I love very much, as if I know how is that feeling.
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