The past few days, it was too still. I was so lonely, worrying of things and catching all the blame. Do I really have to be burden?
I miss myself not worrying. I miss myself when I’m not giving no fuck. I miss Cye. I miss myself so much. I miss my daily routines. I changed a lot, not because I want to, but because I’m hurting.
I hate myself. For caring too much, for getting too much attached to you. You got me by your hello, and finished me to your unexplained goodbye. How come that I’m hurting because of you while you’re not? Isn’t thos too unfair?
I should have a break and quit it.
I will admit to myself that some things aren’t really meant to be.
I deserve to be happy. I deserve to be loced. I deserve happiness. And I don’t deserve you.