Heart Breaker

My aunt came lastnight,and passed me a couple copies of some classic love novels for me to read as I requested them a while earlier from her.It's more of those sexual promising romance sort of love, but it's good. Some sensational pixie dust should be read by me.Though I don't really have to be in the story,I'm good at having my own imaginations.Speaking about love,there's nothing really much to talk about cause well,nothing has changed.

Recently,there are a couple of hearts which I have no intention of breaking, broke.I'm friendly yes,and sometimes my friendliness was showing the wrong signal to people I care which could turn into a misuse judge of having them love me more than what I feel for them.Love can't be force, if it happens it happens.But I did warned them about me, not being the type that commits into serious relationships as I have my bad memories still strapped behind my back like a shadow.Still,they're huge ego's got stuck up in their head, confidently thinking they could change my mind about it, which didn't, as they hurt themselves in return. I'm sorry to make anyone cry, or to make anyone felt the hurt they shouldn't feel.I wouldn't say I'm not worth crying, but they seem to find me rather convincing to cry about. Telling me I'm special in many ways. Everyone is somehow special. But knowing of the things I've been through, I've known well that promises could be broken easily. For those who waited, I'll tell them to move on. It's for the best. I've been hurt plenty times, and I'm not going to punish anyone for my own choice in life.I'll be there when they need me, but I'm gone when they want me.They'll learn to let me go one day, everyone does. I just wished to stay.

It's not you, It's just me.

Scream by Hana