Tue 20 Oct 5:37 PM
Feeling this feeling again. And to be honest, I hate this. It’s sad, it hurts and I am shattering. Why does it have to be this hard?
Like every fucking time, I am the one who waits. I am the one who become jealous. I am the one who believes in all that you have to say.
You know, it is tiring. I am getting tired.
Maybe, you’ll reason out all the things you are doing in your fucking life. But did I ever say anything when I wake up in the morning and cook for you, when I drive you to your office and when I wait for you even if you never come.
Waiting is the one thing that I’m having a hard time with. But making me wait for nothing is what hurts me the most.
Every fucking time, I am the one who waits for nothing.















