Even on my last point of this relationship, I still don’t get my honour back, not even the real-girlfriend honour. I was just like a piece of trash, kicked here and there and finally dumped in a very bad way. No one cares about how I feel, it never even matters. Maybe I should’ve walked away on the first place, when I realized that I lost to her. A piece of trash can never ever be compared to the dream-girl.
I want to talk to him, Marine, I need to get things straight. This isn’t my fault!
And even Gray and Felize make up again!
But how? I’m just so powerless, and I’m scared.
I’m scared of his threat, I’m scared of any other heartache, I’m scared of being hated.
This is humiliating, I’ve never been this stupid in my life. But at least I want to be stupid-straight.
Oh I don’t know, Marine. Like i told you before, I’m sooo fucked up.
And I just found out an annoying fact. Why do I have to be named Patience? I’m tired of being on the patient side. I want to sit down, making ignorance, or waiting for ‘the right time God let us talk nicely again’, or just acting like a big jerk whom never be blamed. Because at last, the patient I’ve been working so hard, the pride I swallowed only to make things get better, they just stabbing me from the back again, and I’m even more deceived.
Just call me catwoman or anything instead of Patience, will you?
So I’ll see you on the weekend?
Maybe a sleepover is better, because I can’t show my ugly crying face in front of people in the coffee shop. Sorry for bothering you, but at least I need to dry up my tears in front of a human being because my room wall is probably fed up with it.
