life like that

sometimes i pity myself for having such a big heart to people who don't do the same to me.

just like they said "not everyone has the same heart like you" i guess i understand that now

the one who didn't even care for me, the one who weren't really there when i need them the most, the one who makes me feel down when i expect them to cheer me up, the one who didn't be happy for me when i was happy, the one who didn't really comforts me when i run to them feeling like a mess.

but somehow i found myself always trying to be the best for them.

guess i just have to accept things and live with it?

i was like that. i wish life is always fair.