I don’t believe in “forever” because when my parents were separated 6 years ago, I was going through my first break-up. Hence, “forever” is meaningless to me.

I stopped believing in “happy endings” and “forever and ever” because those are unreal. Despite that, I did try to convinced myself that the next guy that I am going to meet will change my mind about my skepticism towards a bitter relationship, unfortunately, all the guys I met never fail to prove me right.

They entered my life unexpectedly, making me hopeful and happy, then leaving me cold and bitter with their unexpected departure. Hence, here I am, soon to be 24 years old; single, bitter and (pretending to be) happy.

So, pardon me if I cringed at the sight of happy couples or show my reluctance on attending weddings or engagements. I just don’t want to be in a place where I’m giving out bitter aura
while surrounded by happy people celebrating a joyful matrimony.

I know it’s a selfish behaviour but after going through 18 years of pain seeing my parents’ loveless marriage and a break-up by the boy who cheated on me, I stop believing in “forever”. It’s bullshit!