You were once someone I respected.
You were once my role model.
You were once someone I loved.
You were once my inspiration.
You were once my protector.
You were once my friend.
But now, you don’t seem to be you anymore.
When I was younger, when she was still around, she used to ask about my exams all the time. I found it irritating and repetitive so I paid little attention.
Now I’m older, and she’s gone, my exams are coming but she’s not here to ask me about them anymore. Nobody to ask how I was studying, nobody to ask when my exams were, nobody to ask how I did for them.
I miss you somewhere deep in my heart.
I want to cry but I know I can’t. I must hold it in and stay strong.
“He’s like that. He doesn’t want to be the bad guy to others so he channels all his negatively-charged emotions to you. Time after time, problem after problem, he wants to give everything second chance after second chance. But not you. He’a unreasonably rude and demanding and overly-assuming towards you. He treats you with disdain and shows you no respect. This is because he knows that you’ll be there for him forever, so he takes you for granted. He finds life to be more exciting frantically grabbing onto those people who fleeting in and out of his life. That’s him.”—HY
A plastic bag is rather heavy duty and carries whatever it’s user throws into it.
A plastic bag is highly disregarded and easily discarded.
“Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?”
But on its own, the plastic bag is light and it can’t be destroyed. No matter how much you step on it.
What a strong personality it has.
Time and time again I tell myself that perhaps I should take a step back for you, to understand you.
But have you ever thought, then who’s gonna be the one to take a step back for me, to understand me?