I find myself clicking back to his profile--

again.

No, this is the first time of the week, since i've deicded to escape.

I mean, isn't escaping the only option? I've happily moved on- yes.

But i can't help it. We felt so together. 

Maybe it's just me.

And somehow i can relate to this book i found in the library just yesterday.

Lovely, dark and deep. The cover gave me a little idea for my future poster requests but the story's amazing.

Something close to mine, similar.

Girl's named Wren, lost her boyfriend, Patrick in an accident. She couldn't move on with life, and so she went to stay with her father.

She became distant-

from the world she used to be in. spaced out. 

She doesn't talk much. Eat, sleep, run.

Till she met Cal.

Well. Sigh. Yeah of course, i think she's starting to like him back. Explains why i can relate to Wren.

Lost somebody, found somebody else.

I mean, i'm used to this. This isn't the first time i tried to escape. Just, vanishing. 

yeah, that's about it.