it's always been me, making a fuss, causing unhappiness. even though i don't want to, even though i want to multiply all the good and wonderful moments. but i can't help myself sometimes when i can't say the things i feel. the emotional overload should be mine to bear, especially when usually i'm just pissed for a short period of time. things that don't matter in the long run shouldn't be said, to hang in the air, to echo in hearts, isn't it so?

i promised, and yet i broke them. no wonder you feel insecure.