What am I to you?

I've been trying so hard these few months to win your heart but I feel so tired now. Someday you make me feel like you wanted me and another day u act like I'm nothing to you. Yeah I've changed a lot for you. From a girl who easily get mad to be a calm one because you never give a fu*ck about my feelings. You never care if I'm okay or not. What u said to me always so mean and I used to cry every night about that but still choose to forgive and text to you first in the next morning. You said you don't want to lose me but why I see no efforts at all to me ?. I don't mind to be just friend to you as long as you care about me but you seem not. I will not be able to move on now but I just wanted to remind you that maybe one day I can finally walk away because the patient is always under limited. I tried my best to keep you since the first day until now but if you still act like this sorry maybe I have to lose you to find me. Dear my little star! From me @your bestie 😊

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I am just a sore-loser

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My Beloved Stranger

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2025-08-14

May this be the end - I can't do this anymore !

Too tired to keep pushing every girl i met away, just because i still hope we can re-write our own ending. I guess i kept my promised, unless she find a guy i would be allow to open up to a new beginning. finally the curse is over. (in the mean time- Go and watch " I Don't Love you By Gray" ) #πŸ”₯🐼 | (adios)