The thing is, I come to realise that the only person that can make me happy is myself. Of course, having a partner will fill in your time and make you feel somewhat appreciated and loved, but then there's no point holding on a person who doesn't complement you, doesn't make you a better person.
I found out out that I am at the phase of finding myself, finding what I want...and it seems like what I want is out of reach.
It's practically impossible to get.
And despite all odds, I still eat up a lot of b*llsh*it lately.....plainly because I just had to...due to unforeseen circumstances....
I have to put an end to all the BS's and take charge of me. I don't have to endure it. I don't have to face it.
I am better than this.
I have to close the chapter of "unfinished business" asap.
Then I should pack up and leave.
Yeah. Pack up and leave.