It was never meant to feel this way .

so angry n frustrated.
Pray my phone will get better


Remember why you left in the first place. 

  • I miss how things used to be. The late nights, how in the middle of waiting for your reply, I realize it’s been a while and you’ve probably fallen asleep. I miss not running out of things to talk about, and I miss your side comments. Now I get one-word replies or smiley faces, or even worse, sometimes there’s no more reply. I miss not being able to stand not talking. I miss going online and having you say hi in no more than a minute or two after I’ve logged on. Now, often times we don’t even talk anymore. I miss sleeping to a good night sms and waking up to a good morning one. I miss the way things used to be. I miss you. So. Much. I wish you knew.

"If your partner were terrible all the time, it would actually be easier to deal with in many ways; you would tell yourself, “Well, he turned out to be a jerk.” But when someone you love goes back and forth between kindness and cruelty, generosity and selfishness, tenderness and intimidation, loving you and cheating on you, you can come to feel that it’s impossible to understand people. Your feelings for the primary person in your life tend to carry over into how you view everyone. Your partner may further feed the problem by encouraging you to think badly of others. He may tell you that people are lying to you or taking advantage of you; that your friends have hidden motives; that you are naïve in your dealings with people; that “everyone is just out for themselves.” He’s talking about himself, though he probably doesn’t know it."

I’m coming back to the start.

Hi. Its like Genesis. XX 
And I wish we’ll stay this way forever & ever.
Till the end of Revelations.
If you know what I mean. 

Dear God, 
I pray for world peace and good health upon everyone.
And that no matter what happens, I love You and I surrender my life to You.
Thank You for creating this wonderful day whereby I can still look upon You always.
Thank You. For Everything.

Withlove, Mel. xx 

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