It could be that I was thinking about stuffs earlier, or it could be a premonition of what is to come. Whatever the case, it is here.
I’m not saying I’m letting go of whatever Alan and I share. But it’s time to push it aside. Because if I don’t, it will drain me alive. I feel so old now even though I’m only 21.
Alan is a good guy, we were just together at the wrong time.
Whatever the case maybe, it has certainly helped me to grow up. And as much as I wished to blame Alan, I can’t find it in my heart to, so I shan’t go into the details.
I feel sorry for him, that he can’t enjoy that kind of lifestyle that is my definition of perfection. But of course, to each his own.
It’s time to live my own life now because I’m tired. The burden of our relationship has weighed me down too much.
I was asking my friend, how do I justify a relationship?
By the amount of money I’ve invested?
The amount of tears I’ve cried?
The amount of heartache I had?
The amount of time devoted?
I don’t know.
I won’t love again. I’ve tasted it and I don’t think it’s worth the effort.
Every guy will let me down somehow and I won’t put myself in that kind of situation anymore. It will only destroy me slowly.
It is easy for me to like a guy, love even. But I don’t have an inclination for love anymore. I just want company and occasionally some affections maybe. I don’t yearn for love like I used to anymore.
Can I say they are all lies? It isn’t as wonderful or as perfect as it has been made out to be.
And I’m so fucking frustrated because I’ve no idea why I don’t feel that sad yet. hmmm
Sitting in the bathroom, showering, wounds hurting like hell, sobbing your heart out.
yeah, welcome to the real world.