I hate the fact that I’m crushed and he doesn’t give a damn about it.  First of all, I don’t really matter and I know it. He doesn’t have to bitch slap the reality into my face.

Fuck your invalid reasons. Because no matter how hard the situation gets, if you really love someone, you would stay, no matter how crazy that roller coaster ride is.

I hate the fact that I tell myself, “no you have not been cheated, just wait till he explains his side.” when all these times he is caught, and you just would like to believe that he’s not lying to you.

I hate the fact that I’m still waiting, waiting maybe for nothing. Because he’s living a good life without me, even from the fucking start.

I hate the fact that he’s still the reason why I open  my tumblr account just in case  he might message me or something. But yeah. What do I get Nothing.

I hate the fact that people expect me to have a new ‘someone’ right away. And no, I don’t. I might have liked someone for a few minutes then poof. I’m not desperate and besides the pain I’ve gone through is still hurting til now though I am pretty sure I’m happier the past few days.

But what I hate the most is why I cried tonight for no apparent reason. I don’t know probably that’s just life sometimes.