I want to cry because our days are coming to and end but I'm still not ready to let go. I have to and I will but I just want to cry a bit more.

I want to cry because though our days are just starting, they seem to be ending really soon. It's alright if there are tomorrows though, but certainty is a word so foreign.

I want to cry because I don't know whether I'm strong enough to go on, determine enough to fight another battle for 4 years.

I want to cry because I don't know who to talk to anymore. Friends are here there and everywhere. I really don't want to invade.

I want to cry because I'm still crying after such a long time. I'm so tired already...