Isn’t it ironic?

It’s ironic on how I used to tell myself that I am always strong. When I’m actually trying to be now. It’s pretty amusing that I’m pretending everything’s okay when something is not. Smiling and laughing when feel like crying. Writing, knowing nobody will ever read when I wish I can say it out. Giving out advices to my friends on their relationships problems when I’m trying to figure out a way to help myself every single day.

Sometimes, it takes losing something to realize what you’ve had. As much as it’s hard to accept, I’ve learn a lot of things through the hard way. I’m breaking the cycle. So there is no one who get hurt in future.  I’m just contented with this.

To realize the value of a true friend, lose one.

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