Don't worry I'll be fine.
I may not be now, nor tomorrow, but I will be.
I'm not going to move on, no, not yet.
Not today, nor tomorrow, but someday.
As of now there is still little hope that I am clinging on to even though I have removed the word 'hope' from my vocabulary.
It seems that hope is something that cannot be removed. It is utterly annoying.
Before all these I already knew I had two choices:
A. Break myself slowly into pieces until I feel numb.
B. Cut to the chase and break my heart already.
These choices are the words of a pessimistic person. Why?
Because no matter how optimistic I try to be, everything breaks into pieces.
Results are better when I'm pessimistic. The pain lessens that way.
But you came. My record of being pessimistic; it was ruined.
I had no intention blaming you.
I had no intention liking you.
But, I liked you so bad that I've had many conflicts even with myself.
I liked you so bad that I've been very pessimistic lately.
It was on how ugly, pathetic, and dumb I was and am.
It was on how much I reek because of my attitude, no, I was wrong. The correct term would be personality.
My personality.
I hate myself did you know that?
I've hated myself ever since you made me realize how much of a jerk I was.
Yes it hurt real bad but that was one of the reasons why I fell inlove with you.
Reflecting over and over, I realized that you were right. Also this came from you so possibly, no wrong again, probably, this personality aside my ugliness is the reason why you would never like me.
This is why you would never love someone like me.
