Pretending that I’m not affected even though it hurts.

It’s hard to miss someone especially when you know that they won’t come back, ever again. 💔

dear music, earphone, and pillow thank you for always be there for me when the world feels me like a trash.

You can’t be fixed by the same person
who broke you!

That moment when you burst into tears in your room
and you realize that no one knows
how unhappy you are.

Been cheated on… Lied to…
Left for someone else…
Dropped with no explanation,
and I’m still trying to love like
I’ve never been hurt

Someday you’ll miss her like she missed you.
Someday you’ll need her like she needed
you.
Someday you’ll love her and
she won’t love you.

To Those Who Were Broken In The Form Of Love:

“I have no idea how much it hurts for you, being left out by the person whom you’ve dreamt and planned your future with. Neither have I the idea of what other things are circulating through your mind, except of one— you still want to get that person back in your life, even if it hurts you too much. Because you still think that person was destined for you, and the one you prayed for despite what he/she already did to you.

Don’t you think it’s too unfair? There you are, still covered with a mask of loneliness and can’t breathe properly at your confined space. While the person who hurt you, is probably happy somewhere now and has no concern about how you feel.

And who’s fault it is? You. That person may be responsible for the pain, but the aftermath of it are already your choices.

Honey, sometimes, you need to let things go, in order for them to be in their rightful places and also you. We have to embrace the reality that some people were just meant to us pass by, to teach us a remarkable lessons.

Lastly, conserve yourself for the one who’ll truly love you and remember that you were not born for only the purpose of loving those who’ve hurt you, so move forward. You have a long way to go, but just like any other journey that accompanied with pain— at the end, it’ll all be worth it.”

Stop asking if I’m okay, I’m tired of lying