I saw those shit-eating-grins plastered across their stupid faces. It's really funny how the tables turn. I was the one who left them before yet here I am walking alone in this busy street at dusk, leaving crude remarks in every step, looking stupid. Yes, I'm bitter and it's so pathetic.
I was never been better. My past keeps on taunting me. Like a coffee stain on a shirt. It never left me. I feel like shit. I'm a failure and my life is a mess. My heart's still pumping anyway. I'm alive! Everyone's moving. I must keep moving.
