There's only a thin line between love and hate.

You know, I think I'm reaching the point when I feel like I have alot to say, but when I come down to actually saying it, the events kind of slip past my mind. But all I feel like doing is to break down and cry.

Crying is just an outlet. To let off my frustrations and confusion. After I cry, I feel a little better, like I have the strength to move on somehow.

I tried so hard to change those negative feelings I had into hatred and blame. I wanted to hate him for doing this to me, for treating me this way, for being such an idiot, for lying to me, for making me fall so deeply in love with him, for making things so hard for me, for telling me that he has plans to settle down with me and gave it all up just like that, for reciprocating those feelings of hers, for breaking up with me, for giving up on us, for making me cry, for making me so confused, for making me so helpless, for making me so pathetic, for making me so needy, for making me so emotionally dependent, for making me feel that you're still with me, for making me feel that there's hope, for making me want you so bad, for making my friends worry about me, for making me have hope then bursting all my bubbles. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

After all, there's only a thin line between love and hate. I shall try harder to instill this thought into my head. Turn it into a drive for me to move on.

Why should I hold on when you're enjoying yourself? Why should I hold on when you're probably already attached? Why should I hold on when you're not even affected? Why should I hold on when you're no longer holding on? Why should I hold on when you don't even miss me? Why should I hold on when you're developing your feelings with her?

You only have her to msg. I have alot more ppl to msg. Then again, maybe that's all you need.

Even if you come back one day, I won't want you anymore. You won't come back I know. Thanks for nothing. I should have left alot of stuff at your place to remind you of me. Thanks for giving me a hard time. Thanks for making me cry so much I think I'm turning blind. Thanks for not being there anymore. Thanks for everything you have done.

Damn it. I'm a wreck.