I guess, at one point of time in this relatively short life, you just get tired of everything, and you wish you could discard all these baggages you've been carrying around for forever. And one knows he could use a little less of something to worry about before he sleeps every night. You've become one of those things I wish I didn't have to worry about every night before I sleep. Isn't that sad, though, when we come to think of it?
Promises aren't kept forever. Somewhere along the way, one by one will be broken, sometimes unintentionally, most of the time it's the other way round. This is just another one of the millions of empty, broken promises. I am one of them. And I'm truly sorry for being just that.
