You jump. I jump.

You jump. I jump.

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I am just sad.

I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s just the stupid fact that he’s gone. That he left. I don’t eve know why I should be sad. I shouldn’t be. I know he will be leaving. The first time I met him, I knew. But he’s gone and why can’t I be okay? Why can’t I just accept this and move on? Is this what it really feels to get your heart broken? I thought I was already broken in the past but I was wrong. Nothing can compare to how this aches. It just hurts. The tears just fall and I can’t help it. I can’t fucking resist it. Can’t fucking fight it. No matter how busy I let myself become, it doesn’t help. It will never help. It’s as if my tears won’t stop falling and it fucking pisses me off. I just want to run. Escape from this colorless world I now live in. I never knew love is capable of making people cry this way. Fuck love. Fuck me. Fuck him. Guess that’s how life really goes.

Today, I saw Titanic in 3D. It was beautiful as always. Every time I watch it is like seeing it for the first time. It’s one of those stories that never gets old. Will never get old, actually. A couple of years from now, I’d still be eager to watch it even though I can recite half of Rose’s lines. It’s a classic, the Titanic. I bet no movie can top it in a million years. And even if it did happen, my heart still belongs to Jack Dawson.

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A wannabe demigod who goes by the name Andy but secretly wishes she was named something cooler like Ringo Starr. A sucker for vintage stuff and crisp paper backbooks. She will face lastrygonians and even Lord Voldermort just to see Coldplay perform live. She struggles at photography and sucks at customizing Tumblr sites. But can speak Greek and Latin and Charmspeak and even Parseltongue. Yeah, that's how great she is.