I don't know why we're always reduced to such vulnerable state when we look at each others' hurtful hurdlings.
maybe there were too many promises made. in the past.
too much time spent together. in the past.
too many pages written about each other. in the past.
too many tears shed.

我不是君子。我是小人。

你还没有看到我最最自私的一面。你还骂得不够凶。

还没写尽我的坏。

你知道为什么我那么忙吗？

因为我一直在拼命的证明，没有你，我会过得更好。

我在试着习惯万一有一天你丢弃我，我还是能找自己的节目。

就算是呆在家里闷得发慌、闷的窒息，我都告诉自己不可以打电话给你。

不要约你出门。

只因为害怕听到你没空。

然后从会面时的一言一行分解出你没空的原因是我最不想听到的原因。

How can things always be the same?
How can people not change?
Sometimes, the time is just not right.
I'm in full armour,
fighting so hard, forcing myself away from being dependant.
I'm looking for other friends whom i can share my joy and woes with. Who can still talk to me in the middle of the night without me interupting their other line. Whom i can sought advises during crisis. Whom i can share my achievements with without me looking as if i'm bragging.
I'm learning to become independent.
From you.