Love never lasts.

This is it.

I’m honestly losing my fight.

Now, it’s your turn to fight.

Let me always be the bad one.

Let me always be the shallow one.

If that’s what you believe I am, then I shall be.

You’re sleeping beside me, and damn you just moved.

I was just gonna say how cute you were, drooling all over my arm. It’s the first time that you’ve hugged me for so long while sleeping, and it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Makes me feel like you need me for once.

I love you, Mr Neo.

More than you’ll ever know.

Nice to know that the person who says he loves you most won’t even spare a look at you.

Me? I don’t even dare to. Because I’m not good enough for your love, not good enough for your attention.

But it’s alright, I’ll be around as long as you want me around.

After that, you can drop me.

It’s okay.

That’s what I live for. Being dropped by people after they’ve had their fun with me.

No one can really love me. So stop lying to yourself, and find someone that you truly love, and be with her. You’re just wasting your time with me, because I’m not worth your time.

I understand if you want to go. I do, because I wouldn’t want to be with me either.

Liar.

I know I’m not worth anything.

I just thought I might be worth something to you.

Maybe I thought wrong.

Something always brings me back to you.

I won’t allow myself to be someone who caves in just because someone decides to be nice to me after giving me shit.

No.

Our love was lost.

Feeling so jaded about the whole postgraduate thing.

I feel so connected to you, in ways I cannot explain. I find that a little scary, and I’m afraid that you might too.

I don’t want to be parted from you. Daily absences are fine, like not seeing each other on weekdays and what not.

But spending a probable 4-5 years apart from you, maybe seeing you 4-5 months a year? That sounds absolutely horrid.

I don’t want to be, and am absolutely not those type of girls that publicly  announces that ‘this is the boy I want to be with for the rest of my life’ because let’s face it, it’s stupid to say that when we’re so young and even if you want to be with him, circumstances can prove to be most difficult. They might ultimately force you to be apart.

Sucks.

It’s like I can never make you happy.

Like whenever we argue, you’re the angry one and I’m the one begging for forgiveness.

This is tiring.

Really tiring.

Just never enough.

Thanks.