It all started with strangers, smiles, friends and finally something deeper. In the beginning he was sweet to the extent you felt like you were going to die of diabetes, then slowly laziness kicks in (because human, nothing lasts forever just like how i never have the will to make my bed all the time).
Conversations got less and less exciting and eventually boils down to "What are you doing?", "Wanna eat?" and "How was your day?" Everything eventually more and more mundane.
Previously when you both fought he will return at late night after he had calmed down, apologised for being such a jerk and talked like everything will be okay. Gradually, all you will receive are just cold shoulders (yes even now) or worst losing a status.
Love is like the most frustrating ever i swear. Being in a relationship is like a package. It consists of both the good and the bad stuffs. You have a choice remember and that is either you will brace the good stuffs in a package and let the bad stuffs collect dust or the exact opposite.
I had been through a lot of shit. Love was the best experience i had in my life because it has been toying my feelings like a roller coaster bitch. Sometimes i felt like i'm living in sheer bliss and sometimes i felt like omg-i-can-punch-you-in-your-face. Ultimately, love had taught me to love myself more than anyone. Because your partner will not be there for you all the times, yes face the facts and there were definitely times he will place himself before you. Things you do might just go unappreciated and you will end up pondering "why the fuck do i even bother when he doesn't give a fuck."
I want to be a doctor. I also want to be a villain. My two goals in life are such an irony i know. I just don't want to get hurt and yes i am bitching about my boyfriend openly here because he doesn't give a fuck even though many months ago i told him i have a blog. :D Wait, no i didn't quarrel with him earlier. It's just me accepting the facts and i really shouldn't give a fuck.
