HARD TO LOVE
I wanna stop for a while, cause somehow with each day passing I believe its not easy to love me.
A friend of mine made me realize how suicide is a selfish act and I just hate it when he is right. It's a way of making people regret for their actions or the hurt you received because of them. We somehow believe that they are gonna miss you after one is gone. But at the same time I believe it's really hard for anyone to accept that they are easy to love, but my questions is when is love every easy?
Being hard to love is one hard pill to swallow, cause the day you accept you are too much, is the day you give yourself the blame for people walking out of your life and that's kinda sad. Life and people play its part as it goes by, some parts are worth cherishing and most are just moments of nothingness which we make into memories.