The one person you love the most could also be the
one who hurts you the worst. Isn’t it ironic?
sometimes I wanna cry, but I hold back my tears. Because for what? I cry for someone who never cry for me, never think of me, never care about me, and never understand what I feel. It’s just wasting my time. I don’t hate you, I just disappointed what you’ve done. You've broke all the promises that you made. Are you remember when you said that we’d always like this, in this relationship, and you said that you never leave me. But you did. I don’t know what to think and what to do after this, maybe I’ll be drowning in a deep sea of regret, regretting what I thought of you. I was depressed. Of course I was. My heart was screwed up with such terrible feelings and emotions. It felt like, how do I say this. Ummm… like a big chunk of my heart was ripped off so fast and I didn’t have time to save it. My friends thinks I look terrible nowadays, look like I’ve lost my passion for everything I used to love.
sometimes I wanna cry, but I hold back my tears. Because for what? I cry for someone who never cry for me, never think of me, never care about me, and never understand what I feel. It’s just wasting my time. I don’t hate you, I just disappointed what you’ve done. You've broke all the promises that you made. Are you remember when you said that we’d always like this, in this relationship, and you said that you never leave me. But you did. I don’t know what to think and what to do after this, maybe I’ll be drowning in a deep sea of regret, regretting what I thought of you. I was depressed. Of course I was. My heart was screwed up with such terrible feelings and emotions. It felt like, how do I say this. Ummm… like a big chunk of my heart was ripped off so fast and I didn’t have time to save it. My friends thinks I look terrible nowadays, look like I’ve lost my passion for everything I used to love.
Sometimes, I miss those midnight conversations. I
miss how you would make me laugh out of my own frustration. I miss the person
you used to be the one that cared. I miss you old.
Here I am. Feeling better than ever. Feeling like now, I can do anything I want. I haven’t officially ‘moved on’ yet, as I still miss everything we had, I still miss him and the idea of having him around. But then again, he seems to be very well over there, without me. And so why be depressed? Life is to short to be depressed. Life is to short to waste.
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