I hate myself to be like this.
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.