To each, it's own.

Day No.57/ Sunday

  Expectations will kill you. Foreal. I’m sorry if I have so much expectations for you. I’m sorry if I always keep things from you. I’m sorry for always putting you at a miserable state. I’m sorry for being selfish when it comes to you. I’m sorry for being insecure all the time. I’m sorry I’m me.

  But sometimes I would really love it if you would just focus all your energy to me. Really. Sometimes all I need is that undying attention. Pamper me. I didn’t say you didn’t. Guess you just fall short. Maybe what elder brother and god-brother said were true. Maybe you’re not the one for me. Maybe I deserve more. I’ve been trying so hard to convince myself other wise. Cause you mean the world to me and I don’t want to change that. 

  If you don’t mean what you say then don’t say it. Really. Quit giving me high hopes. I’m crying not cause you’re not getting it for me. It’s more of you promising me the world and crushing it, the very next moment. Sometimes it really looks like you’re out to hurt me. It’s not that I don’t understand your reasons. But if you can’t bring it to the table then don’t put your game on. It crushed me. 

  This thing we have, has been filled with more tears then joy. I swear. But why am I still here then.. A question I ask myself every night…

  I’m holding onto your words now.. June will come and fate will tell whether this is meant to be or not. Till then do us part. All is on you now. I’ll just keep my hopes on the lows. Since you have the tendency to disappoint…

Awaiting for the day when everything will be alright…

xx

(Source: you-dont-compare, via eibbamoon)