Whether that’s race, whether that’s wealth status. Hatred comes from within themselves, and it’s not really about you.
How to deal with hate and move on? Sometimes you just have to be careful, and dodge the bullets. Love build people up, and it gives life. Hate tore people down, and it shed blood.
Sometimes you have to be tough, and have faith.
Sometimes you have to be able to retain the standard. Sometimes it’s ok not to be the people’s pleaser. Sometimes you just have to give, but sometimes you need to protect what you have achieved. Not to be attached, but to survive.
The things I like about the sky is, that many times, you get caught up in a different shade, and then you know how you are in a different place.
My phone is cursed maybe.
Why? Do I have to make texting you feel like lottery.
I’m sad again. I’m craving your attention again. You gave me once, and you disappeared.
As if I care so much, it’s weird.
I couldn’t be consistent, so couldn’t you.
I’m running around and around and couldn’t see where I would be landed. There are so many things excited I’m tired of chasing. I’m tired of chasing.
It’s weird isn’t it. When I ask myself whether I really like you or not, maybe I don’t.
I just want someone to care, and that’s all. I don’t care.
Ahh, I really just wish that you were actually here. I hate waiting for your text, but then I felt annoyed when you actually do. I don’t really know what I want to be honest, just being a control freak, but I won’t let you know that.
We are just airhead I guess.
I should have just waited. Or no. It’s just not that important to me.
Why, do I have to be in this way?
I’m just expecting something vain now am I?
I’m sorry if I’m not loving you enough. I’m just super scared of getting hurt. I’m just super scared of getting in pain again. Like, every single time. I’m not used to that, to having someone’s heart. I’m gonna be always in doubt, perhaps. It’s hard to say.
I hate being alone in the dark, on repeat.
I hate being surrounded by no one I know every single night.
Even if I wake up tomorrow, I would probably be a little bit sad.
Would you love me more than this?
I know that I’m selfish.