Personal.

It is getting personal.

It is all about me.
I have thought all about it.
Yes I did and even about the future.
Once again, I repeat here
It is all about me.

I am sick of thinking for you.
I am tired of trying to give you chances.
I am irritated of thinking about all those “what if”
I am annoyed with your ignorance
Your level of maturity never fails to amuse me.
You might have taught me many things
But you have hurt me in many ways.

Now that I am at the lowest point in my life
Thinking and trying to find out how it could have possibly gone wrong
I realize that there is no point in doing such a thing.
Nothing is going to change
Nothing could be taken back.
Including the words you used.
Everything has been done and said.

The space is empty.
Not that I am waiting for someone to occupy it soon
But I doubt it is ever going to be you.
Nah, I don’t hate you.
But I don’t think I should go through it again.
Is it worth it?
Not able to focus on whatever I am doing and sparing you hours of tearing?
Not able to concentrate on anything and always thinking about you?
Not able to be myself and enjoy my life while you are doing so?
You might say I am assuming.


But if I think that you are always thinking about me
Then am I not also assuming also?
Seriously screw the whole notion of assumption.
I don’t care and don’t really wish to care anymore.
I have to move on and let go.
I have priorities over certain issues now.
Am sorry but you are not one of them.

I told you that it is going to be personal.