Have you ever be just like a balloon?
I mean you are filled with air and flying higher and higher into the sky, feel great about yourself, your surrounding and your self-esteem is growing non stop when suddenly
You shrunk to your original low self esteem and you are falling faster and faster and gravity pulls you down to the ground and 
Face down to the ground. A short life of a balloon huh.
I felt that way when I was on my way home. Was so excited and was burning hot when BANG!! There she was, someone who I adored, sitting there with someone who she adore now. There goes my focus. Why am I still in this situation? I'm over the brokenity (is there such word?) but everytime seeing her around the torns will rise and prick my heart. Haiz. Dammit. And worst thing is that it happen in the month of February. The most memorable month. Double Haiz.
Nevermind. Just drop it like its hot.
