Life is …
Life is a bitch and then you die.
Why do matters of the heart keep nagging at me?
Whenver I am alone or feeling really empty wih nothing to do, I will think about him.
1.5 years and i just wanna give up already.
But a part of me feels that "I AM NOT DONE LOVING HIM"
There’s still more love to give and I wanna give it to him and I am not able to do so.
I hate him so much though. Sometimes his attitude really turn me off but I know I don’t ever wanna lose him.
A part of me also feel that I should just leave it and go enjoy my life to the fullest, go back to the old times of party and be merry and definitely not with his friends. But a part of me just long to run back into his arms.
Tell me I am a fucking irritating bitch.