Gladness

Again, credits to Dad, for making me a Fighter. Some people go out, have fun, travel and do normal stuff every single day. Me? Myself? And I? I just think. I like to think. I always think about what I had done. Who I dated. The ones I should have, and the ones I shouldn't have. For some reasons, I'll know my mistakes when I think. Some people wouldn't be please about what I think, what I do, or what I write in my blogs. Yea, got some feedbacks. Suppossedly anonymous. But hey, I know who's reading. Sometimes I think, why did I do it? Got a feeling of regret in addition. Some would think it is a very good thing to do when they pushed me away. But hey again, I couldn't agree with you more. I don't hate. I don't have any grudge against anyone. My life is too short to do so. I write, I compose, about what I think. If you think I'm a mistake, you have my support. If you want to hate me, go ahead. Not in the meaning of being rude or anything, just that I couldn't even care anymore. Like I said, my life is too short to do so. You want to end this bond? I'm cool with that. I'm just glad that it's over. It's all over for good. I'm normal again and there's nothing in this world that I would love to trade this with. I know you're mad. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way at all. I'm saying this professionally, because we are not in high school anymore, we are not kids. I loved you, so much. You know what I would do, what would I give, to make you feel that someone is devotedly in love with you. The one who would do anything, "Die in your arms.", would give up anything, and the person is me. Was me. I don't feel sorry when you went away. Not anymore. But I'm sticking to what I've said, I'll be here if you're in need. Not a problem with that. I never wish and I never hope that the history will repeat itself.


Just stop. Stop torturing me.


God, I'm saying this to you.