It will pass.

We always think we are something that's happening.

What if we are the past. What if we are the very people someone is eager to forget?

How can I keep myself like never be with someone,

and how can I pretend there has not been the certain person in my life?

I know all the things are meant to be passed.

I know the person in my memory will never be in the world, since time has changed everything.

But how can I survive this.

I do not even know.

I am still struggling with the pain the whole "romantic" thing has brought to me, only occasionally though.

The so-called love is the most horrible thing in my life, ever.

It's not because of any fucking reason like you are depressed by what you have lost, which is such a precious.

NO.

It’s just about a big terrible lie, which is told by all the adults from an early age.

That's why I cried so hard at the end.