honestly, i’d rather not to talk about it. because everything about, just wrong.
for me; there’s no such thing as “first love” like what the hell is that. what a stupid statement. we could fall in love every single day since we were born and we could just call it ‘my first love’ to literally anything. not just a certain person, but also a certain moment, or a certain situation, or a certain emotion, or a certain things that is unbelievably hard to explain.
i don’t know i’m not really in the mood to talk about this in the early morning.
