finding myself.

ive been trying to forget that awful incident ever since that day. it was such an excruciating experience that pierced directly straight to my deepest emotion.

making you feel guilty was never an intention to start with. to save the trouble was it.

getting upset with you was never an indication of hatred. it was a sign of your importance.

being straightforward was never a way to dictate how heartless i am. meeting the point was it.

feeling like a stranger was beyond my wildest dreams. but somehow it was real.

today i accidentally read my boyfriend's mobile smses and i saw the naked truth about everything.. i did not ask him to sms but i dont know what spite him to do so. my heart dropped to the bottom of my lungs. and i know it has jolt the end of the chapter.

i am accepting what it is. if stranger was what you had in mind, then i give it my full respect.

finding yourself means nothing when you're pretending to be someone else...

i am who i am, and you have chose to leave me.

jess.