Saturday, September 19, 2015

Bulletproof Heart

I'm fucking sad right now. No amount of words in the fucking English language can comprehend how fucking sad I'm feeling right now.

We love each another right? Why aren't we sharing how are we feeling to each another? Are we looking for the same thing with each another?

I only ask cause I love you. I care for you. I'm concern for you. Yet all you do is push me away. Shut me out. Is all you care is yourself?

What is happening? You say these kind of things and with no explanation, you left me wondering and over thinking so many things. I've been backtracking and checking everywhere on what have I done to have deserve that.

You have no idea how much it hurts. How much pain in feeling. Or is it you do and you're doing it on purpose?

But it's ok. I'll take the bullet. I've got a bulletproof heart anyways.

Friday, September 11, 2015

K

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FUCKING K me.. i hate it when talking to someone and then the person replies "K".

FUCK YOU!

It much worst when it is coming from you. I don't understand you sometimes. When you're mad or pissed, the way you talk to me is like crap. Seriously, maybe its just me, but yeah it fucking hurts. I let it slide, i'm okay with it. I dont want to make things worst so yeah. Whatever.

Even though I'm upset or not in a good mood, I still try to talk to you nicely. How long you want me to suppress all this in?

Heavy Hearted

Fuck Twitter, too many eyeballs are on that account. I'm switching to this for the mean time.

Feeling like shit now. No kidding. I don't know how to put this into words. First time lol. Sometimes she can be the best girl. Sometimes, she can put you down like a dog. Wait. Not dog. Like an insect. No warning, straight for the kill.

These few months, I've learnt to let things slide. Compromise. Even if I don't like it, I'll be okay with it. I guess its fine, because I love her. But slowly, a little by little, its eating me up from the inside. Who is this person? I don't recognize myself anymore. 

Little things which I have to change. Not for myself, but for her. Is this the end game for happiness?