It's quite rare finding me smiling or laughing nowadays. the real ones, by the way :'(
avoiding something doesn't always mean that you hate it, it could also mean that you want it, but you just know it isn't right. just because i try not to talk about it, doesn't mean that i'm over it, that i feel better, or that i am ever going to be okay. have you ever had one of those days where you hate the world? and anything that happens, even dropping a pen, makes you wanna cry and break down :'(
ps : if i walk, would you run? if i stop, would you come? if i say you're the one, would you believe me? :'(
