walking through the garden located behind the school, i suddenly feel a bit happier.
the flowers represent us.
because they are withering.
the beautiful roses that were once full of bloom yesterday, are now dry and small, with loss of color.
although, i suppose there was nothing between us to begin with.
my hope is slowly withering, but why do i feel like i'll never get over you?
no matter how you treat me, i'll be running back to you. over and over.
we're playing a game and the rules are to run in circles until you get tired.
and for once, i'm disliking it.