We all try to find that one person with the smallest luck that we have. Somehow I realized that I’m rushing things a bit. I’m getting tired of it. I’m searching so much that I don’t have time for myself anymore. The best thing I could do for myself now is to kick the breaks and just sit down. I don’t want to find love anymore because I’m letting it find me. Now I can do stuff I want and who knows, that person might pop out of nowhere. Everybody needs to be patient at some point in their lives, right?

You took me out of the game. You made me wait and left me hanging with nothing. And now, you come back to me saying “Hey, how come we don’t talk anymore?”. You really are something. And you’re even asking me why I’m treating you like a stranger, that’s bullshit. Here’s why. You left me waiting for too long. You left me counting each day that passed by. In fact, you left me waiting for too long to the point that I lost count. I don’t know you anymore. I may be acting like a dick saying these things but please, I’m over you already. Pick up yourself somewhere and ignore me again just like what you did before because you’re definitely good at it. And, oh yeah, good luck!