If you really love me,
if you really do.
Don't just tell me. Show me.

Why am I looking for critical feelings from someone else?
Why do I envy other girls?
Why does my heart turn sour when there other couples around me?
Why am I not contented?
Why am I not happy?

It's funny, isn't it?

Shouldn't I be the most fotunate girl ever?
Shouldn't I feel that I'm being loved?
Shouldn't I get the best boyfriend in the world?
Shouldn't I...
I don't know. You tell me.







Is this just another pathetic feeling of mine which comes and goes as and when it likes?
Well, I don't like it.
Someone, ask it to go away.

Cut the craps.
Shoot me dead.













Mood-swings have been acting up quite fiercely these few days.
Or weeks.
I thought I had it all.
But I don't.

My head hurts.
My stomach churns.
What's this horrible yet undescribable feeling?
It's tearing me apart. It's ripping me, literally.


And I thought you were suppsoed to be there.
And I thought that at least, you were supposed to care.
Have you?
Or am I asking for more and more each and every single time?
This greed, they say.
Why won't it go away?

#lovefio
Love me, boy.