Five days...
I was terrified... I was like "are u sure I can be happy or this is just another trick?"
And for a second I thought that I'm finally gonna be happy... When it turns out I shouldnt... And all the happiness I've been trying to absorb and dream about for 5 days ended in one second... For some reason I was thinking "this could not be happening... this is just some illusion.."
And hell yeah I was right... It was a big illusion... Another big lie... Another short lived dream...

I think there is some negative correlation or negative shit between me and "love"... Whenever I fall, I have to get broken... Is there something wrong with me? Or is "love" the wrong thing?

He told me on tuesday that he loves me, and on saturday of the same week he told me that he cant do it anymore... He cant afford to get married... And so he decided to go... Why the hell did he confess then? I guess to add to the broken pieces of my heart...

Hehehehe... Its so funny that when I finally felt secure and realised that I found the one, he turns me down and shows me how stupid I was and fell for the same illusions I used to fall for before... I am such an asshole... A stupid naiive bitch...

I always fall for it... And break my heart... Is it me? or is it Men? or is it Love itself???


Am I good enough? for love???