Probably the worst feeling in the world is when the person you really, really like the most likes someone else. How could the universe be so mean to me? I mean, I have been nice for the longest time and yet... yet... How could this thing happen? I know I do not have the right to complain because we are only friends and all that jazz but you know what I am saying?
Back then, I would always look forward to see her every day. During those moments, I thought I was a teenager again; I thought I wouldn't experience this kilig feeling all over again. Everything went on a blur, I guess. Juggling the two (training and planned dates) has been a daunting task and I must admit that I should have been brave enough to tell her everything; to exert more effort. But who knows?
Although I have already clues that she only considers me as one of her friends. I won't further elaborate those considerations, but yeah, you totally get the point. It has been exasperating to think that she's just being friendly and nice to me. I hate that feeling, to be honest.
After accepting the truth, I once again become bitter - from optimistic to pessimistic. I know it is bad and immature to wish misfortune to people, whether if they have been good or bad to you, but I always think about it. I'd sometimes wish that she'd be struck by lightning or whatever. More so, all those beautiful things that I see from her turned ugly, literally. For the first time in history, I finally notice her wrinkles, ugly eye bags, and her pale skin (worse than Edward Cullen). I am beginning to hate the things associated to her, like her pet cats. Well, the problem is, I REALLY HATE CATS AND THAT FACT NEVER CHANGE. She keeps on adopting stray cats and it's starting to annoy me.
Gee, I never thought that I would be this bitter. But you know what? I shouldn't. The universe may be mean to me, but I have no right. I guess when you're bitter, you are unable to see the beautiful things around you.
I should be better instead of being bitter.