two hundred-forty eighth.

dear (k)you,

before anything else, i know i prolly misspelled the title, and i would misspell a lot of the words here. but since i'm drunk, and feeling sad, this should be the best time to admit all my faults.

so 1) i'm no longer a v. haha i've spent a lot of time preserving that fucking letter. i even sacrificed a one year relationship to keep it. and in the end, i gave it up to a one night stand.

and the saddest part, is that after all is said and done, deep deep inside of my heart, i hoped. yes, i hoped that this could be more.

you could blame it on all the movies, all the novels, all the stories i've seen. but in the end, it's safe to say i'm deluding myself that this could be anything more. because its not. in the end, it was a one night stand.

i could hope all i want, but i'll just keep getting burnt.

:(