Reality ≠ My reality
The last place I run to, away from judgment, is here. The place where I can be myself, express what I feel and describe what I like and dislike. (:
The nicest dream is to have is when he is in it. It feels as if he had never left me here all alone for the rest of my life.
A single stick of Marlboro cigarette is far from long-lasting. Just like his life.
I’m not sure if a “happiness” is a true one if it was constructed out of someone else’s misery.