I just finished 2 episodes of Running Man. Happily vibrating in front of my monitor screen, so excited seeing Kim Jong Kook.
But now I'm lying in my bed, tearing.
Some nights I wish you're still here with me and nothing of the mean stuff had ever happen. We are still together but happier than before. We will fight but we will get over it and become stronger.
Reality hits and I know these will never be possible again. Ever ever again.
Everyday I tell myself, "I'm happier now" but I don't know if I'm living in denial, I don't know if it's true, I don't know if I am.
I hate how I'm feeling. I miss carefree Ade, I want her back