talk is cheap. actions are worth much more.
i miss those times where you would proclaim your love for me to the world. and all those silly antics you do to make me laugh and feel so loved. now i see so little mentions of me in your timeline. are you thinking of me all the time? where's the love and effort.
you made me so disappointed last night. you promised you will quit smoking. yet you broke it again and again. i'm losing count. when would you ever hold up to your promise. are there really no other source of outlet to vent your frustrations on? till now, i've seen you smoke in front of me thrice. and it kills me. even now as i recall that incident.
so happened that i saw you telling your friend about your ex. i absolutely detest how excited you were or seem while telling your friend about her. Is it such a glorious thing? are you very proud of it? imagine me doing that. how would you feel. even if you want to talk about it, make it private instead? do you have to let everyone know about it as well.
you have a colourful past. some other girls may not be able to accept it. actually most girls can't. who would want to know that they're not the first, even worse, uncountable by both hands. that the lips touching hers now have touched so many others before her. that the hand she's holding on to now, have been held by so many others before. the eyes and mind, are the worst of the lot. god knows how many you've seen and thought about. even up till now. i used to notice eye candies when im out. right now, i dont even bother or think about it. can you?
i know im not the prettiest, sexiest, hottest or best in any way. it kills me. i may have an ego big as hell. do you know why?
