"Is loosing hope from somebody I was never attached to appropriate? Or do I even need an assurance to give this up like it didn't matter to me? As I'm assuming myself as you, I'm judging that I look obtuse and looser. And pathetic. This was a string that just wouldn't release me because I only focused on strengthening the string more and more. Because I now converted that string into a thick obsolete chain that has now locked me in. In so deep and firm that I have given up the hope for the key and I see the strength of the chain is lethal. Lethal to the extent that inside of it is all that I desire to be imprisoned in. I put myself in your place again. I find myself even more looser. More pathetic. Because no other keys fancy me. Yes, this means you have been imprinted inside of me like my own marrow. But the more I try to fix my flaws for you, the more you distant me. I again put myself in your place. And I keep putting me in your place to see how I look when I'm you. But the peculiar thing here is I only look more miserable everytime. And absurd. And even more pathetic. Worst. I empathise myself because it is only me who knows how deep it is. I question whether it's pointless to fill in the depth because what if I never filled it? I keep doing it, filling it, searching for the key now. I question to myself again. Can I do it? But deep down I'm scared. So scared to fill my gap. So scared to give up. Scared because inside I hope that you start to love me right after I finally can do it, fill in the gap and get over you." -Anonymous
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