people ask me if i am okay.
people ask me if i am doing well without you.
i am well. until they ask me about it.
you're like the chocolate bar i ate when i was dieting and tried to ignore the fact that i ate until someone reminded me of the calorie content.
there are so many things i want to tell you.
but i always run out of words.
stop posting whatever you are feeling on facebook. even though those statuses are anonymous, i am not stupid enough to not know that those are aimed at me.
let me make it clear. i am not a slut just because i wear shorts. or tank tops.
i am the same person, with and without you. still the same girl who obsesses over fashion and studies like a crazy person. still the same person who cries whenever i see cockroaches.
the same person you fell for.
so..if i am a slut. then you fell for the slut.
i hate how i always read your statuses and how i feel so low and unworthy after reading them. i hate how you always attack other religions, especially mine. i hate how you always calculate the amount of money left in your wallet after you treat me to a dinner when we were together. i hate how you complain about the stuffs mom buys for me. it is not my fault if mom buys me chanel and givenchy bags. i hate how you make me friendless in medical school last semester. i hate how you always give me the hostile look as if i am the most disgusting piece of shit after we break up. i hate how you always talk as if you have gone through a lot of stuffs. i hate how you always make sound when you chew.i hate how you always complain about small things. i hate how you always act as if you know me better than my mom. i hate how you are such a cheapskate.
someone called me after hearing about our break-up. i was fine. then i got reminded of everything.
i hate you.
i hate that i always check your statuses.
i hate everything related to you.
i hate it.
when people say there is only a thin line between love and hate, those people are right.
i want you to go away. and never come back. i don't want any memory of us to every exist anymore. just go away.
you ended it. so you have to go away.
now i know why aisyah broke up with you.
i bet it is for the exact same reason with what i am feeling right now.