Well, well.
Here I am again.
All I realize now is that whenever I were to have a massive outburst, I'll go blogging.
It's kind of like a place for me to voice out fully without getting judged or commented when I'm halfway talking.
Coming back to the real reason I blog.
My mind seemed to be flying else where recently.
I'm one freaking emotional creature.
It's hard for me not to be overwhelmed by emotions and I need real bad soothings whenever I'm sad or in a bad mood.
Yeah, I know that sounds totally like a princess but trust me, I don't think I'm one yet so far.
My patience seems to be quite enduring in these recent years but it does come to a certain limitations.
I could bear poverty, somewhat of a little ego, quarrels, heartbreaking stuffs, but somehow I couldn't stand not being comforted when I was heartbroken.
You can say lies, treat me poorly, or even have a freaking bad attitude in the process, but all I cared for is the end.
You can just hug and say I Love You.
That's all what it takes.
Look back into my previous post of the stages and most importantly, look at the LAST STAGE!
Yet, people know and doesn't do it.
Just because they don't like doing things they don't like to do.
I'm quite speechless for that.
Sometimes I felt like I have sort of given up.
It's as though we have come into a stage where we know what our problems are but no one's willing to make a change.
He doesn't mind giving it up because he's freaking tired.
Me too.
But I just couldn't let go of those years of relationship.
To the hell I'm wrecked.
Yet I don't know how.
