TheReeeader

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It's never fucking easy to be the one who stays, to be the one left behind, to be the one still hoping that one day that one man who left will eventually come back and will put back all the broken shits together. 
          	
          	When love left me, I was literally dying. I never thought that that one moment of my 21 years of existence will matter so much.. so much that it made all the other events in my life worthless and meaningless. I've been physically and emotionally burnt out, I always feel the need to sleep but I can't sleep and when I do, I'll be wide awake at 3:00 in the morning.. crying, feeling him under the covers of my sheets, thinking about the things we used to do. I always feel tired even though I'm doing nothing. I've become restless. I can't think about anything except the fact that after more than the 3 long years that we've been together, he still had the guts to leave me. I kept myself busy with work, with friends, with my readings and even with my graduate studies but at the end of each day he still finds time to haunt me.. to hurt me and eventually.. to make me cry. I was so fed up with being miserable, I keep on telling my self that I'm not worthy of such pain and that I need and I can forget... but how indeed will you ever forget someone who gave you so much to remember?

TheReeeader

this message may be offensive 
It's never fucking easy to be the one who stays, to be the one left behind, to be the one still hoping that one day that one man who left will eventually come back and will put back all the broken shits together. 
          
          When love left me, I was literally dying. I never thought that that one moment of my 21 years of existence will matter so much.. so much that it made all the other events in my life worthless and meaningless. I've been physically and emotionally burnt out, I always feel the need to sleep but I can't sleep and when I do, I'll be wide awake at 3:00 in the morning.. crying, feeling him under the covers of my sheets, thinking about the things we used to do. I always feel tired even though I'm doing nothing. I've become restless. I can't think about anything except the fact that after more than the 3 long years that we've been together, he still had the guts to leave me. I kept myself busy with work, with friends, with my readings and even with my graduate studies but at the end of each day he still finds time to haunt me.. to hurt me and eventually.. to make me cry. I was so fed up with being miserable, I keep on telling my self that I'm not worthy of such pain and that I need and I can forget... but how indeed will you ever forget someone who gave you so much to remember?