First I tried so hard to accept the truth that you left me. But when I am finally used to it, and my heartbreak is cured, you return, acting like a good friend. Fuck off.
There are times when we are not part of our friend's happiness, and should not appear in hope we'd be included, simply because we are not.
Kind people are often forgotten.
People can deliver stories about you to others without you knowing it. People can convince the universe how bad or how kind you are. People can get inspiration from you, or envy you forever.
Knowing all those, just go on with your life trying your best.
Be kind.
In a year or less, who cares?
They will go, I will forget.
The past will be forgotten, especially these terrible stories.
I guess we don't need each other anymore.
Auf Wiedersehen.
When you are angry, like really angry and explode, no matter if you are right or wrong, you'll suddenly be the worst among others.
This might be the reason why people become so ignorant these days.
They cared, made mistakes, and then were blamed for shits they complained about.
You won't always be a part of someone else's happiness, even if you still really want to be. There'll be time where you won't matter anymore. Either you are expired, or erased; forgotten, or unwanted. True.
Jangan ribut melihat orang yang berenang di pantai, selama ia tidak mengotori laut. Kalau Anda tidak bisa berenang, jangan melarang orang berenang dan bersenang-senang. Dia berenang tidak mengganggumu.