A letter with no address

After the talk last night, it is clear that we knew what might happen all along.
We just choose to over look it.
At least, I do.

It made me feel more sad than the actual break up.
It seems to me that this is the story of my life.
People walks in my life fora good year or two, then eventually they have to leave.
Leave me to be more exact.

You always said that I can be extremely detached if I want to be.
How can you not be when there is nothing to look for and everything you thought it was right proven to be wrong in the end.

I don't like to talk about my feelings because it doesn't solve the problem.
When you know there is nothing you can do to fix it, what is the point to talk about it?

Are we still in love?
Are we reaching the end of it?
Are we there yet?

You will never understand why I am acting the way I am.
I hate to explain myself.
You simply will never get it.
Sometimes you can't meet it in the half way.
How ironic........

It's awfully dreadful and sad in my blog.
I just realized it.
If there is a way for me to let out the steam in life, my blog is definitely one of it.
I guess, in this way, it's not too psycho if I want to keep it this way.
But then, this ultimately reveals a bigger character's flaws.
I care too much....
about EVERYTHING but the important things.

Let it be me.

I am not angry nor sad.
I feel I have nothing to say.
If you really have to find a reason, let it be me then.