I may be sick, seriously sick.
I thought I was in love with the person she loved, and I thought I was in love with her.
I wanted to love myself, but in the end I discovered that I loved no one.
I cried and laughed at the same time. I was so sad that I wanted to die, but I turned around and laughed at this man for crying so fake.
I'm told I should let go, but I keep holding on tighter and tighter.
I've got you.
Haha
So happy
Concept: Broken love, newspaper work