I started as a damsel in distress turns out, I'd be the wicked witch in the end.
I feel the usual pain. May it be physically, or not. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I feel left out, alone and forsaken.
Once upon a time, there was this person who makes me feel loved and complete. This person who made me feel important, to the point that he made me believe that he was dying when I wasn't there.
We may just be friends, but I loveD him more than that. I want to believe that he loved me too, but that seems impossible. Yes, we may have been close, sweet and the likes, but I know, he never see me more than a friend, as sister perhaps but not a lover.
Now it brings me to tears. I mean I really don't have any right, but still. A person gets hurt right? :/ Lying, being lied to. I can be such a good actress. Smile cover my almost broken heart.
I just blogged something I cannot put on Tumblr. Wow.
