My (own) kind of winter

If being in love is spring, then most probably I’m forever stay in winter.
It’s just like… what… hum… the winter loves me so much and doesn’t want me to go?
A friend told me that I’m just being insecure and freaked myself so much, I have to say he’s right. *shrugs* I have nothing to deny that fact. I admit I’m such a cold person. Bleh, I’m heartless! Don’t have one, don’t want one.

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