when things turn bad.

keep telling myself to ignore, till 17 days of stays left here, I still can’t get over it.
I wish I could bring myself to click that “unfollow” button.
I wish you could care more, even as a friend.

I don’t know how things will be like after 17 days. I don’t know how to face it.
when things turn bad, I feel hopeless.
whats meant to be is meant to be.
call it the end.
I had enough of such coldness and unfriendliness.

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