Thinking about all these shits, I'm just a substitute and I didn't mean anything to you. I came in from nowhere, so I definitely have to go in the end. It was me, falling too fast and ended up one sided love again. And how disappointing to realize, I'm always being treated as an option, not a priority. Guys coming to me only when they need a company and once they found someone else, they just cast me aside. I'm fucking dumb to fall for these guys, not once but thrice. Once bitten, twice shy, thrice? Die? Yes, I gave up on love.
I'm just luckless in romance, no one came by to heal my heart, yet they kept rubbing salts on my wound.
I'm wanna fall in love again like the other couples. Holding hands on the street, doing things they like, cooking and baking for each other, teasing each other, laughing at foolish things that they've done, giving surprises to each other, receiving little gifts, someone to care and concern of, someone to be there... but no. I had enough. I'm tired. Time to face the reality.
