Stop

A friend of mine once said

Stop chasing him. Stop calling him love. Stop being nice to him. Stop being dependent. Stop trying to be everything. Stop being the weaker party. Then he’ll appreciate you more

I wonder if that works. If you are born weak, if you are born fragile, if your heart is nothing but forgiving, you probably are going to end up in the same pool of shits all over again.

He sent me a message through Facebook. I don’t want to read. I don’t want to know. Because I am never born weak. And I am not fragile.

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Unknown said…
..salam zuar..maybe you should take a break..side-track yourself..for there is still so much in store..listen to Baz Luhrmann, 'Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen'..
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