It’s funny anyway. How you just really close to someone, really close like from skin to skin, and yet they replace you so quickly.

I know I’m not easy to love. I’m a chronic over-thinker, I’m overact more than I should and every once in a while I might be a little insecure and sensitive. But if I’m in love with you, I can promise you will be loved and always be cared wholeheartedly.

I know it’s really over and I’m trying so hard to get better, to get over this, to forget and forgiving it all but the more I resist, the pain and anxiety is getting bigger and ironically, you are the only one remedy from this anxiety and pain that keep torturing me.

And when I thought it was getting to the point where I could say “wow I’m feeling so much better”, right now I couldn’t feel any worse.

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