Hate.

I hate myself to be like this.

Seriously.

I thought people will accept what I'm doing eventhough I knew that is it impossible to be.

Am I too greedy? Selfish? Perhaps.

Sounds cruel. I admit it. 

I felt heartless. 

My heart is still there, with you.

But I just can't stop being what I want to be.

Maybe I felt I'm always in comfort zone. 

Whereby I know that you won't leave me in matter what happens.

But who knows? 

What goes around comes around.

I'm afraid too. Afraid of losing you.

I'm sorry. Very sorry.