My head is hurting, my eyes are hurting, and I'm having gastric. I doubt it matters. I knew it didn't, I just hoped this time it would be different. Time and again I held on, hoping things will turn out to be better. Every time there's a situation, nothing ever changes. Sometimes I wonder if I tried harder that time, would things still end up this way? Second chances are good enough, and a third chance is probably impossible. The day this comes to an end, it will surely mark the end of our fates. I don't know why I'm thinking of this on an anniversary but it's just another day to you anyway. I want to make a wishlist. I want to make a wish on every 11:11. But I know none of them will ever come true. I don't know why I'm the only one who ever wants to see you, but it will never be the other way round. I don't know why I care about things no one else cares about, even the only other one in this relationship doesn't. I don't know why I didn't tear that piece of paper apart or threw the whole plastic bag away. I don't know why I do stupid things that I did to make myself more pathetic.