I thought I have matured and moved on. I’m not angry anymore although I’m a bit bitter.It seems that I’m getting tired of riding this emotional rollercoaster.I’m starting to get to me.
Its funny that I was about to think that he doesn’t need me anymore. I was about to lose him. Then all of a sudden, a simple phone call. It made me smile again. It gave me hope that maybe he will realized that we can stand a chance. After couple of hours, it all went down. Whatever kindness or sweetness he shows to me, the other bitch gets the better him. Hmph…
I’m already tired of picking up a fight – I’ll never win. I’m already tired of waiting – he’ll never come around. I’m tired being angry to someone –and pretend that we actually friends (yuck). And right now I’m tired of crying alone. Blaming me for having my hopes up when from the start I knew this could never be. I just hate myself; why am I doing this? Why can’t I get the fact that he will never love me as I love him?
Back then I would pray every night that he will realized that I’m the one for him and we will live happily ever after. Now, I’m asking for something different. I’m praying that I wish I could get over this sooner. I could get over him and from all of these.
Things are going to be just fine. I’m ok. I’m at this stage where reality bites and its starting to sink in. A little overwhelming but nothing I can’t handle. Hey, I kickass right?
