Maybe I am addicted to pain.
Maybe I like getting hurt as much as being happy.
Maybe we all need to know how to get hurt, to know and appreciate being the joy and elation.
I saw my ex' post in Instagram, kissing another person - she hid the person very well with picture stickers.
She seemed very happy.
How the hell did she got their first?
I was cringing.
There monster in my stomach is back.
I was so green.
I hate this feeling.
Good thing my sister was there that night.
I went up to her and I burst my tears on her shoulder.
Few days before this shit, I went out to see our common friend and I was just telling her that I have always loved my ex and I would have chosen to get back together. But she said, love is not enough. I thought to myself that maybe this time, love is not enough. It used to be enough for me.
But she's happy now, kissing and posting another person in IG.
You can't have everything, really.
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