Wasted self disgust.

Seriously.

I rejected someone on Valentine's Day.
I felt so disgusted at myself. That person seemed so honest. I felt like a mega-asshole that needs to be stoned, really stoned. With rocks. Until I die.

I was [almost] totally fooled.



Less than a week after, that person got into a relationship.
=_____=

What a wasted emotional torture.


"When I love someone so much I need more time to recover"
How's a few days is more time?



I took THREE FREAKING YEARS to recover from a relationship. Nobody could give me the same feeling after wards.
Until now ^__^




To that person, if you somehow magically stumble upon this blog of mine and wasted your crappy, bastardly, asshole-ly time to read this post, well thank you for showing me that sweet talkers are pure shitheads. And some people throw their words of love like burger wrappings. I pity the person who is hooked on you. I wish that person was like me too.
Pity-ed you.

I was both really, really pissed and upset, but at the same time, I'm so relieved I still have somebody trustworthy to keep me at bay from creeps like you.
Yes, creeps. Like. You.


I almost love-ed you shit. And almost, almost left someone who cared for me instead.
Thank you for the lesson mate.
Even though I really detest you, hate is too much.
I don't hate you, in fact, I'm surprised I'm not THAT surprised.

So in conclusion, lesson learnt:
-My gut feeling is my best buddy; I should REALLY listen to it more
-When people make you feel TOO good, you know there's something wrong
-People who over-swoon over you, when you know you're just plain average all over, there is something that he/she wants back