In this petty little world, with petty little humans, I don't need your pity, I don't need your assurance. If you decide to leave me, go on ahead, cuz I know there's nothing here that can be said.

Although my heart is heavy, I'm confident that I can fit in this world without you, Still, thanks for the memories that we have been through. Looks like our bond got some kind of special rust, so now you're allergic to my trust.

I still like you a lot but I wanna throw up, if you face me with that blatant face that I know of. If you don't plan to be frank with me, oof, maybe we're not just meant to be.

Day 365, I've come to a point where I've doubted your words and detested your voice. I know I'm being obvious, why not get the hint? Aye, I'm mad at you, you li'l bish.

Hey you know, I think you're sick of me already because I'm not as flexible as you think I could be. Is it because you have no more use of me? Or it may be because you're tired of my personality.

It hurts that you're always disappointed, your expectations of me are already redacted. You know of my circumstances, yet you say those things. You say you're sensitive, but you're the one playing with my feelings.

But well... hit me, slap me, pull my hair; I won't grovel on your feet just to validate myself. Why is it always me that adjusts, c'mon, times have changed, two-way understanding is a must.

I'll speak my voice in letters, in hopes it'd never find you, because I want to be tolerant and patient of you. But what can I do if you let go of me first, its it worthwhile to grab a hand that might make you feel worse?