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On a side note, I finally managed to find a way to reply to questions using this blog rather my main blog :)
To him I’m gentle, to him I’m understanding, to him I exert an effort. To him I become someone I don’t usually treat to others. I, as what I know about myself, am a selfish, arrogant, high-pride earthling who does not want to lose, who wants to be always right, who thinks she’s right. But to him I’m different. I become an angel risen from fucking hell. I become the opposite of stubborn, arrogant, bitter and cold. I don’t want to lie to myself anymore. I don’t want to hide everything. I don’t want to stop myself from feeling what I am feeling anymore because it seemed wrong. I don’t want to give a fuck about sinning anymore. I don’t want to consider my past. I just want to sort out my feelings so I can fucking know what’s gonna happen next. So I can hurt no one, at least intensively. I know, if I choose, either one might get hurt. But right now, I don’t give a fuck on pity, past, who was first, who I knew longer, who likes me more..anymore. Right now, I shall consider myself, who I truly like at the moment, who really bothers my mind, who really captured my attention, who I truly want, disregarding how they feel, how they may feel, how one may get possibly hurt. Call me selfish, but I just want to be true to myself. So, it’s not who went first and who liked me the longest period of time that matters now right? It’s not who liked me more that matters. If that’s the case, if I consider being selfish and pick who I want like a child choosing a toy he wants more, I have chosen one. And I really hope I made the right decision. Not that I’ll choose him and ignore the other now, not that this would be forever now. I just have chosen one, and he’s the “him” I’m referring to in the first sentence.
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