It feels like I only go backwards darling,
Every part of me says go ahead
I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again
Feels like we only go backwards darling
Frank Ocean’s Moon River on repeat as the shuttle drove further from the only place that smelled like home. I held my tears just like always, and it’s still streaming down my cheek -just like always. There are things that you’ll never used to no matter how often you’ve get through it, like being fat, or having a bad grades, or going back to Bandung after a happy long weekend. I used to love Bandung, or probably still do, but now Bandung just feels like the pain I need to bear over and over again. You are okay You are okay You are okay Be okay joon, please?
I hope you know that I'll love you long, I just don't know where the hell I belong. Oh, I was just so sure of everything, that's what you get for dreaming aloud, the day that words are clearer to me.
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