you moved on.
within a month.
and me?
still stucked in the past.

thanks for telling me 'you will always be in my heart'.
thanks for all the lies.
like i really needed them.
and within a month?
someone new.
i'm supposed to be happy for you.
but no i'm not.
i'm really am not.

i hate this.
you gave me false hopes,
and i think of you everyday.

my heart sank when i heard that you got attached.
i pretended not to care.
but emptiness was all i felt.
i felt so bad, so fucking sad.
so much that i went to the toilet and cry.

yes i'm weak.
laugh for all you want.
i doubt you even read my blog.
you probably have your oh-i'm-so-happy life right now that you don't even give a damn of what's happening to me.

the ride home was cold and lonely.
tears flowed down my cheeks profusely.
i was trying so hard to fight them back,
but it's impossible.
i was sad,
i am sad.

i thought of all the things you said to me,
when we were together,
and after we broke up.
was everything a lie?
was the 3 words a lie too?

the past months were horrible.
i had cried so much,
the worst in my seventeen years.

i want to forget you.
i really do.
i hate to think of you,
the memories that we had.
i wished we had never met,
and wished you were never mine.

in my pathetic life,
no one seems to be there for me,
when i really just need someone to lean on,
someone whom i can cry to,
someone whom i can confide in.

you have made my life so miserable.
that i had wished i was never borned.

it's not the old melvin anymore.
the one who jokes around.
the happy-go-lucky chap.
i hate putting up a brave front in front of my friends,
i hate it.
deep inside me,
i just feel like crying,
really badly.

i hate you winfield goh.

MELVIN; 9:01 PM