I ♥ you, mummy

 you, mummy


What goes around, comes around, remember that.



I hate it when I get angry because in the end, I’ll be crying like hell.


I am afraid of cockroaches, what is wrong with that?


Do you remember how we used to be best friends? Do you remember all the pain that we’ve been through? Do you remember all the laughter and stories that we shared? We were once so close and now I guess, you’ve forgotten about us.