Proses with its Roses

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maybe the angels seeing me everyday will laugh at me for here i am, writing my shits and expressing things that i couldn't and i wouldn't, again.

this midnight, i got hundred maybes as usual. you see, yes, i'm a fine lady who loves herself but know that i am not that fine sometimes (these sometimes are mostly during 12).

i. maybe i'm too plain to be treasured and kept. i have heard my friend complaining how plain i am when it comes to picking things and i guess she's right. that is why no one sees me the best, tho i hope no one sees me as the worst.
ii. maybe i'm way too boring to make people stay by my side. i got no things to offer but the genuinity of my love, i guess that won't be enough.
iii. maybe i am really not that keepable to be kept.
iv. maybe i'm too shallow for everyone, to the point that they will really let me walk away in their lives. if i tried turning my back once, no one would really dare to call my name. i shouldn't even expect for whispers.

but don't mind me, these are just pure maybes during midnights. maybes that are exactly right, right?