You say, I goofed on you.
I say, I am really working on it.
You say, based on your understanding on me, if I start it, I would continue it even if I don’t like.
I say, even I have told you I am looking for another one, you still do not believe in me.
You say, although I don’t like it, I still stayed there for long.
I say, that place, I really don’t like, and yet I could stay there for long because you were there, a motivation which kept me going.
You say, you are tired of gripping on to false hope.
I say, I am sick of myself.
Perceptions, accusations, I really don’t like.
Maybe it is because I am not the expressive type of person.
Maybe it is because I didn’t work hard enough.
I will work harder, and maybe more harsh to myself.
Until everything is fine, everyone is fine.
Peace.
