Why must you do all this?

Yes, I stalk your twitter, facebook and instagram. Although you don't update it every single day, but I still do.
I will stalk and see who you add, what you like and all these.
You created a new account, and the name is just as disgusting as it is. First : hankypanky now: needemgirls, nice isn't it?
Seriously, I really give up on your 'hongster' personality.
I thought you would change after I left or your previous did, but it seems even worser than the past, I really don't know what to say or what to do to help you. You said you don't want to study, okay. You said one whole lot, and you expect me to believe after all that you hurt me? Fat hopes.
After what i saw, my emotions really fell like a rollar coaster.
After what I've been through today, I really should give up hope on everything. I really give up.
First that, second that and now this. Awesome or what? How long more must I be played out by life.
You want me to start hating? Can.
Maybe when you start to let go of everything, you will deserve something better. Just maybe.
Maybe if I give up everything I had once...

You just cant.

You just can't do it.
You just can't love him back.
You just can't hug him tight.
You just can't kiss him right.
You just can't do every single shit right.

And when you realize you can't, you than realize there was someone else whom you care even more than you care about him. There was someone who was worth more time than he does. There was someone that you would Want to be with even more. There is someone you wish to be with every single day, from the time you wake up to the time you sleep, the very first and last thing on your mind. The one that you cannot get off for a second.

Have you ever get those feelings?

When i was finally letting go off those feelings towards you, you came running back, wanting me back. This time round even though I agreed. But, you are the one getting hurt this time, and not me. Because my heart has already consist of him. This time round, I'm going to limit myself from falling back to history.

When you know it was starting to change. That's when you came running back. That was when you start to get worried. That was when you start to be scared off. But, that was when I finally learn.