I do not believe you -

- Because you never believed in yourself. You do not care of which lie or truth to hold. Frankly, there is a thin line you have crossed, for you to get on my nerves. I hate your ways. No. I pity you more. You have formed such disgusting hunger, a habit of eating the decayed pieces of your norm. You are obsessed by it, proving everyone that you are a big pop star. Your tricks are foolish and lame. I dare not buy them.

I wish to delete you out of your fad completely.

You beg for love. Oh you love it so much, giving silly grins and talking sweet nothings. Yes, nothing. At the end of your days, still, you find yourself empty. Why? You never felt love for yourself. I feel sad about realizing this thought. I am giving up on the hope that you may somehow consider, people who are willing to give you true love. I thought you deserve it. But all you do is spit it out and defy this truth.

You fail to recognize the God in you. All you are is a miserable slave of the past.

Tell me, is this all an illusion? Or it is you who is still getting on your knees, being fanatic to nadia and john? They do not – never and will ever – love you. Will you still die for them? I hope this bullet seethes in your brain.

You have intended to forget yourself, choosing almost opposite of your angel’s bet. However, I couldn’t feel more for it, nor for any of the good things left of you.

Open your eyes. Look at yourself for the first time.