About That Tears

So you didn't see me cry behind my glasses. Yes, I didn't mean for you to figure it out, anyway. I just.. well yes. I'm fucking jealous for every girl you'll meet every day, their every smile, their hellos, and their lips saying your name in a long and cheerful tone. The tone that was mine who said your name while smiling and hugging you.

Fuck this. If I don't remember I have family and responsibilities and even a such thing called religion, I bet I am dead already.

I'm breaking down. Everybody knows you're not mine anymore. Fuck this. Can't I just quit?