Dear bloggers with no readers. Well, i assumed there isnt anymore. I feel that I've been a burden to some. A troubled heart, a troubled mind. To say the truth, I was over him. But, the more things i do with my friends and alone brings me many memories of him. Making me falling in love again. I just feel empty, you know. And all im doing is to try to fill this emptiness with my friends. To say the truth, I feel more alive when im with him. Really. He said that if my friends ever knew, they'd be so disappointed. How would they feel? Well, how did I feel when Im with them? No point of asking myself what went wrong. And how I wish I could turn back time. Cause it's all gone. Just memories fading away. I dont remember the unhappy moments. All that is filled in my mind is how happy we were at that point. It hurts. It does. But there's no point. Telling myself to give up is the toughest thing when I loved him the best I could. Yet, it wasnt enough. I met him the other day. Face to face. No, it was planned at all. I just happened to see him. And yet, i saw how awkward he looked. I know he saw me. But he pretending not to. What happened? What happened to us? As much as my friends want me to move on, as much as i hate to say this, I still love him. And idk what else to do. Seriously, I've done so much to try to move on. Even to the point of trying to like someone else to get over him. It's not working. If you read this and wanna scream at me or scold me. Go ahead. He already did. It's just painful. And i just dont understand why men can get over so easily, while it's killing me from the inside out.

Being loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
-You said so yourself

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