I hate it that when ever I go to Twitter, my hearts feels so heavy, the feeling that I a bit scared that I will see your posts or idk, something weird will happen.

I hate it that whenever I see people seeing my day, even though I am not admitting it, I always scroll to the farthest down just to see if you've seen my day.

I hate it that my eyes, still glancing at your display picture.

I just really hate it

I hate your whole being.

How I turned out to be like this.

But it is not because of you, of course.

But it does adds up to the pain.

I have already moved on.

I do.

But this is torture.

You are such a pain.

I don't deserve any of this.

It's a bit unfair that you're happy, and I am here.

Empty. Hollow. Because every pain life gives me just adds up more.