Why do we cherish the past only when we look back at it ? WHYYYYYYYYY ?!?!?!?!?
Tell me !!!

This fucking sadness is something not even a million words could explain .
It's even worse than a break-up .
The past is something you can never have ever again ):

That's the more I should cherish what I have now . But tell me , why arent I unsatisfied ? Is the fucking problem with me ? Why are there no solutions to this problem ?

I will still stick to one of my sayings , no one could really understand how I am feeling because you're not me ):

Ow , my heart .