This weekend is the one I felt the most alone in my entire life.

I can't seem to stop sobbing to myself.

Looking at the sorry state I'm in, I don't even recognise myself anymore.

Why must the person I love hurt me the most?

This goes the same for my friends, except that handful.

Am I that easy to be walked in and walked out on?

I feel all drained out.

Staring at all the happy photos on my desk, I feel worse.

I am not insane.

I have been too generous.

To the extent, I'm always the one left crying here -

On my very own.