My Story...
" i really want this, but i cant have it so, i just post it... hoping for another morning to come to and dreaming for someone to come and do it"
i’m not your first love
BUT I dont want to be the last too…
last in all your priorities,im too much tired by thinking what i need to do, i try to be the better person for you…
but still i cant be enough for you, you cant even be proud of me,i was crying inside…but that tell you i just keep it for me not to hurt you,in all my words
…there was a time that i went to your job you dont even introduce me, you dont even hold me,until your co-workers gone,you dont notice that i was hurt,i smile but not inside,… then your holding my hands at the time their gone…
i dont even know 1 of your family members, for 2 and half year, except with your mom,dad and siblings, but your cousins, auntie’s,uncle’s, they dont know who i am…
i cant be your friend in fb account because you mom got angry with me,just like what you said,i never experience that i can be you profile picture, in your wallet every time that i put my picture then when i check it,it’s not me you just hiding it,…
but still i accept it…all these things…
but you never ask how much it was hurting me…
