I just hate the fact that I know the fact. I hate the fact that at the first hour of the day, I can't help but shed some tears and I hate the fact that at the last hour of the day, I would think about you and those times. I hate the fact that I wanna say I hate you, but I just couldn't make myself say it. Fxck, also, I hate it that I know the fact by myself and I hate it that I realized that I've been the dumb one all along. Now I'm guessing it's not wrong for me to ask this all along: "What did you take me for?" I hate the fact that as much as I wanna be frustrated at you, I can't. Why not? I hate it that I don't wanna say that I miss you, but fxck, I actually do. Seriously, nobody knows what we've been through. The short, terrible "thing" we had, nobody knows what it's all about. Surprisingly, it was full of give/take, followed by huge egos and then guess we ended up not able to bear with each other. This short "thing" actually holds alot of interesting yet heartbreaking contents, you don't wanna know. It really breaks my heart recalling those times. Why did things had to go this terrible. Sigh. Fxck.