To be loved or to love someone...
This is always in my mind for the past many years while pursing my happiness.
I feel like a piece of shit right now at this moment... i cannot believe that going one big round, i still choose to be with someone who love me deeply and willing to put me on first priority. Is that suppose to be this way? Love is suppose to sacrifice for the other person without any complaints or grudges. It is just all about giving and giving.
i just got a virtual tight slap on my face last afternoon and it awakened me up. Perhaps this is not the life i'm seeking and looking for all these while. I feel like a fool or rather a bitch who doesnt know how to treasure and cherish people who truly love me and to seek for the one i think is rightful. How do i measure it...? In terms of heart or monetary terms... or rather... being blissful with the person?
Gers... i'm reli lost... i'm going to square one.... did i make a wrong step in the first place?
