That Melodrama

I know how hard it is to have a girlfriend like me.

I know because I, too, am having a hard time having me as “me”.

I know how I can be one of the pain points of your life sometimes.

I know because most of the time I end up hurting myself too.

I know how difficult loving me is.

I know because I don’t even know how to start loving myself.

I know that I can be the most selfish, most impatient, most childish girl you’ll ever know. And I know I have already been all those to you.

I know because I have stripped myself of all pretensions and masks I used to get social acceptance when I loved you. And that I could never be this real to anyone else but you.


I’m sorry if my imperfections sometimes get in the way. Sometimes, in the world of a girl who had the whole of her family, friends and even strangers in constant watch, she finds solace in the place she could be imperfect for even once in her life.


I want Californian maki and green iced tea now please?