So here I am AGAIN. Pathetic and heartbroken. Ten times MORE heartbroken just coz this relationship had substance. Okay, I'm not that pathetic. It's not like I stay at home and cry all day. I go out, I see my friends, I work out, I studied and passed all my classes last semester even under the DIRE circumstances. It's just that ARGHHH it still hurts. And we never even fought before we broke up. Isn't that crazy? Arghhh... I hate this. I honestly hate the way it feels. Stupid chest pain.


I know what my problem is. I give TOO MUCH. I should hold back a little to save myself from the grief that will eventually come. Still, what's the point of loving if you can't fully love?