"Let's face it. We just aren't meant to be. It's my fault for not appreciating you"

You're fire and I'm water.

You burn brightly. You're energetic. fierce, strong, and warm. You could do anything. You're passionate. a little hot-headed sometimes, occasionally a bit dangerous, but you can love like nobody else.

I'm calming. I go with the flow. I'm cool, but not in a good way. My heart is cold. I crash into everything, like waves. I engulf things. Anyone that meets me ends up changed for the worse. I'm the ocean during a storm. And I don't want your fire to be extinguished by my water. So I'm letting you go. Now get out, before you drown.

But before that, I demand you one thing.

Weekend please don't go.

I need more rest, more sleep, more bed, more food.

What a hectic week and still no sign of ends.

Honestly, I'm so tired. I have so many works that I really want to enclose here but I have no time to write a long long long post. Nevermind I will find some space for it. I need some rest.

Just a short escape from the asylum and have a low-cost self-addict portrait.