wish she could forget mr.felix. loves him all the same. liar
i am the emotional wreckage of mr.felix without wanting nor meaning to be. i find myself reading two lines into a book with tears suddenly streaming down these already tear chapped cheeks. i sit and eat noodles and find them falling like rain down. for no reason at all. i'm not thinking of mr.felix. not until they are already falling. and this constant stomachache is back. and in all truth, mr.felix can't be blamed.