left yu Liang cos I felt that he does not treasure me or even love me enough. The night we ended our relationship. I understood that he did, on hindsight.
I listened to him cry, and cried. That I felt no strength to carry on with something that was probably not mine.
Relationships are at times one of the hardest thing for anyone to understand. We look at a couPle very much in love and we admire them, but we do not know the downs that they face.
I used to think that I am happy. But maybe all I was living in was a lie. But because it was a lie, a make believe, it made me happier.
I use tO think that I am great at reading ppl. But I Jo longer think so. After all.. How can I be, when I could not even detect that all these was a lie.
My emotions are like this weird sense of calm. Which is driving me ballistic.
Crazy. Madness. Insanity. What’s the point?
When we live in a world where we want to believe in things which we should believe in. Choosing to ignore signs, reason and logic.
Someone please wake me up from this horrible nightmare. That which just seems to get worst as the dreams grow longer.
