It's a true thing that the line separating love and hate is a thin one. I learned it yesterday. Now I'm hated by the person who said a million times she loved me.
Well, I'm tired. Tired of explaining, tired of being judged, tired of hearing things about me I NEVER heard before.
I'm in love alright, but I will not be massacrated. I put my life and my heart in her hands and she throwed it away. How silly of her. She'll never know how much I put aside just for the chance to be happy with her. She'll never know she's the only one. She'll never know how senseless it was for her to be jealous. But she didn't seem to care either.
Anyway, there's not a thing in this world to justify the way I was treated. That'll happen no more. It stops here.
There's a point of no return. People should think well before crossing it. If she did think, I don't know. And frankly, it doesn't matter anymore. I did all I could. The universe is my witness.
Good luck, babe.
It's just so unfair.
Not a really good gambler
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