I’ve always been enthralled whenever I see contented people coming in and out of my life. It’s like a considerable event that I await because this is the only time I can somehow feel that I exist.
It may perhaps sound outlandish but whenever someone leaves me, I know that person will be blissful. That he or she will finally be happy minus me of course. It’s how these people want me to feel whenever they decide to pack their things and run off. How pathetic but that’s how I learn to see things in the last five years of my not so blessed life.
This is what they want me to grasp so now instead of being hurt, I choose to become insensitive or just literally ignoring what I must feel and just accept everything without investing any emotional confrontation or conflict.
I really don’t know if I should be grateful to these people or not because honestly up to now I’m not sure if this thing is a positive episode in my life that I should really be proud of. Will I be thanking them for making me the world’s greatest pretender? If yes then you may just be one of those who once left me and was happy about it.
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