No, this time you're the one who's wrong.

You always say I'm wrong to think like that.
But this time it's not me anymore, it's you.

It's the happiness inside you're feeling.
It's so beautiful and perfect that it makes you wanna cry.

No, you don't understand.
This time you really don't.

Now, to me, being loved is being priviledged.


I drew the picture upstairs? above? hahhah.

NICE RIGHTTTT.C: