Breathin' in or breathin' out...

 

Mama told me: « If only you saw her face when he was asking questions about you... »

She wanted to make me feel better but its worst. I don't want to know that he still have interess for me. I don't want to know that he still have friendly feeling, or else, for me.

Because I need to move on.

I don't need vengeance, I don't need happy sadism, I don't need this old feeling...Being in my village, with this old memories, its enough suffering.

Him. HIM. No more.

Mama told me: « He really seemed to care! ».

Sister said that my mum is nulle, I guess she's just clumsy.

Anyway, I don't care anymore, no so painfully.

I just try to move on.

I just need to move on.

The result is just a sentimental mess but I'll get thru this.

So just stop speaking about him...let me think I never met him until I'll move on definitivly

Or, at leat, enough to not being hurts everytime I think about him.