..777 Chances..

I guess time really does more damage than heal you. I used to think that giving second chances to pasts meant like starting new. But time and again the world seems to be reminding me why I should never go back to the people who I might have loved from every fiber of my being.

"Once upon a time" should always be kept in the past. I was stupid to think that; what a person might have told me years ago would hold on even today. I "hoped". I did it again, didn't I?

Yes, I am that weak, nauseating nobody who feels the need to "hope". I wish I could change that bit about myself.

Now it's too late. It's ingrained in my system now.

I suffer from this disease.

Somebody convince me otherwise, please.

Tell me that I'm crazy like every bubbly little child living in that fairytale dream.

Burst that bubble for me, go ahead all of u.

Coz in the end, I'm still going to try to keep hoping even when the going gets rough.

I'm that crazy girl who didn't give up on you.

I'm that one who you dint bother to notice right beside you!

Oblivious aren't you? Like the rest of them. I know it. But I'm not going to stop anyway.

So go on. Walk it off. Maybe someday you will turn to see the one you forgot is no more standing there. That's when you'll realize what second chances meant after all.