12.50am. i really thought it was just 11.50pm.

and so, i found out(late, i know) that there's gotta be more to life.

and so, on late nights i still hop on random buses alone and travel down highways

and so, people come and go.

and so, i studied you for a good 11 months. i read you like a book. ( you're predictable. and i was dumb)

and so, there's this girlface i've been missing terribly. fuck that distance.(physically and emotionally)

and so, you have both my love and hate. ( and it is a shame; just look at us now)

and so, i tried keeping myself composed. (to attain indiffference too)

and so, i've given up the grudge. even though i'm not able to forgive you for whatever you did. two times.

and so, peace to myself. and solitude too.