Work in progress.

It's been a few months, but it felt like an eternity.
I've felt this way from day one, I knew it back then the same way I know it now;
it's the end. 

No more.
I'm done.

I've got nothing left to give, I've got no more words to say.
It's funny how I wrote the title first and I thought it was about something to work on,
yet it seems as though I am writing an ending.

Funny how I discovered that without intending to find out.

Apa eih?

So, here we are again. At a crossroad.

Kau nak buat apa sekarang?

Hide.

It's not expressly said and done,

but how can I not feel as tho I am being kept a secret?

The only one who doesn't deserve an interaction publicly, especially on social media.

Shallow, I know. They're just social media.

But what if I am shallow? What if that is what I desire? What if such an interaction is the kind of affirmation I need to know that yes, I am worth something. 

Sometimes, it's not just about what you're comfortable with or how you live your life; sometimes I too have things I want.

If this relationship is to be dictated solely based on what you want, perhaps the best thing for you to do is to be in this relationship by yourself.

 Literally the worst thing you could have said to me.

Tapi

Kau pasti jika kau berlalu pergi, itu bisa buat bahagia untukmu?

Bagaimana jika kau sendiri derita, merana? Kau sedia untuk bersedih, meratap kepergianmu sendiri?
Bagaimana jika setelah kau pergi, sesal sahaja, kerana tiada apa yang berubah. Malah, kau bertambah derita.

Tiada siapa yang marah.

Pergi saja jika kau rasa itu yang baik buatmu.
Tiada siapa akan marah.