I hate it.
I hate it that when ever I go to Twitter, my hearts feels so heavy, the feeling that I a bit scared that I will see your posts or idk, something weird will happen.
I hate it that whenever I see people seeing my day, even though I am not admitting it, I always scroll to the farthest down just to see if you've seen my day.
I hate it that my eyes, still glancing at your display picture.
I just really hate it
I hate your whole being.
How I turned out to be like this.
But it is not because of you, of course.
But it does adds up to the pain.
I have already moved on.
I do.
But this is torture.
You are such a pain.
I don't deserve any of this.
It's a bit unfair that you're happy, and I am here.
Empty. Hollow. Because every pain life gives me just adds up more.
It's just so tiring.