Devilish. Childish. Innocent.

I love him wayyyyy too much than he deserved.

Now I’m letting go.

I’m gonna heal. I’m gonna start to heal. It hurts. But this is the only way I can heal.

My love is toxic to the both of us.

He’s right. He warned me. There’s nothing in his chest. He’s not able to love.

Conie told me about their conversation. Confirmed my epiphany. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me enough.

Another painful chapter. But I’m strong. I’ll survive.

And Ryan. Your loss. My heart loves crazy fierce. To a point that it can ask me to take my own life. Remember you were loved by me and you’re not able to love me back.

From the bottom of my heart, I truly hope one day you can love. It’s painful for me to realize that you don’t love me, but my love for you is toxic to me. I ruined my chance to be happy in life just so I can prove that I love you? That’s the thing I regretted the most. I should’ve been more selfish. I shouldn’t have love you that much.

I can’t bring myself to hate you. Because I love you. Nobody forced me into it. I still do. And it hurts that now I see you don’t love me. But I still love you. But now I’m gonna start loving myself more. Truly. But taking back the heart I gave you, which you don’t want. You’re too logical almost like a robot. But please don’t go and break hearts. You’re charming and wonderful with heavenly voice and amazing intentions, but don’t do the same thing you did to me. You were the reason of all my attempts in 2018.