Thoughts of an Introvert

Just to be super clear, breaking up wasn't that bad. I mean wanting to break up is wasn't that bad. However, wanting to break up when you are still in love is the one thing that hurt like hell. No. I was not stupid for breaking up with him when clearly I was still in love with him. Do you know that feeling when you reached your limit? I mean when you realized that enough is enough. That they crossed the line of your patience. No enough love can make me stay when they have crosses the line because I know my worth. Okay. When I say that I know my worth, it does not  mean that I am an arrogant person. It simply means that I must know my worth, I must know my own limit, I must know how to differentiate between fighting for love and fighting with love, I must know how a man supposed to treat a woman, I must know what is best for me cus I know that I need the best. I am not saying that I am that best either but I simply know what I need from a man for me to really give them ...

When you talk about someone who once meant the world to you, it does not mean that you do not appreciate those new people in your life. When you say that you missed someone who once meant the world to you, it does not mean you love the pain that they once made you feel. When you are thinking of someone who once meant the world to you, it does not mean that you desperately want them back in your life. When you thought to yourself that sometimes you need their words to encourage you to do something effectively, it does not mean that you are not going to listen to what those new people in your life said to you. Sometimes... You need to miss them in order to move on from them. Sometimes... You simply missed having them around like how it used to be when shit was all fine. Sometimes... You need to grieve over and over again over the same damn reason. It is true when people say after a rain, there comes a rainbow. Thank you for those who still stick by your side no matt...

It's been a while since I last wrote something here. My blogs were flooded with the stories about my heartbreaks. I don't even care if someone is going to read it or not cus at that time I was so heartbroken, that everything that I thought about and every feelings that I felt, would turn out as written arts. Never thought that some blogs I wrote would touch some hearts. Never thought that people can relate to what I wrote. Never thought a broken heart can make such beautiful yet terrifying arts to read and feel. I sounded like Taylor Swift right now HAHA However, though a broken heart leads to a wonderful work of art to read, I'm not planning to get my heart played anymore. It hurt as fuck. No one wants to through the stage of heartbreak. I got so careful when someone wants to know me. I got so careful not to spill too much. I got so careful on not to get attach. I got so careful not to trust too early. I thank them for the heartbreak and the lessons that I learnt...