"Wounded."

Dear diary,

After trying hard to stay positive and calm about the whole down slide of my love life for almost 2 weeks, I finally cracked.

I'm ready to reveal to the world now.

I got my heart broken on the February 16th.

Simply because he doesn't feel like contacting or meeting me anymore.
He said he loves me still but we both know that's just a lie.
You don't treat someone you love like a piece of garbage shoved to the side.

I don't know what went wrong. I did my very best to give him everything.
I had always been by his side when he had no one to turn to, not even his own family.
I gave him love, support, money, food, care and concern, etc.
I guess those weren't good enough for him.

He didn't even bother to lift a finger to mend our relationship while I was slaving to make it work. Calling him to no answer, smsing to replies whenever he felt like it.

Yes, in the past he was the greatest, sweetest boy I had ever met.
Now he has changed entirely.
He doesn't appreciate, has no conscience, heartless, insensitive and all that hurt me.

I can still remember how he ditched, got on his bike and left me all alone at the highway at 4 in the morning, crying.

Being your friend is what I can only do if you cannot change for real.

It's going to be difficult but I have got to get on with my life.
Eventually, the right one will pop and love me for me.
Not for what I am.

I'll be okay.
It just takes time.