I get myself disturbed once again.
I'm once again very appalled (damn it...great i can't even spell) when people say I'm a PR person. Come on, I'm the last person that can speak well, communicate better with people. Maybe with the exception of alcohol i'm a different person, but you get the gist - I suck.
Clearly I do not have a grounded self-esteem. When I read that she was probably coming down to Singapore, the first thing that came to mind was "they'll probably see each other, fall in love once again and live happily ever after". Yes, I did say "happily ever after (hea)". But HEAs happen to everyone except me. I am NEVER happy, and definitely NEVER contented or satisfied.
Guess he's made the right choice to avoid me as well. He has an ex who's probably coming down to Singapore. She's pretty, teh, friggin rich, attention seeking - so right for him. sigh...
Now it's just the other one - to try to convince him (and of course myself) that we are also not right for each other. I'm fucking ulgy, incapable, irritating, easily-irritable, poor, un-Godly, vulgar, unapproachable... (and the list goes on).
I'm just suited to admire (a) person(s) from afar. That will difuse the pain, the suffering.
I'm destined to be alone.
renzi screams again...
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