The truth is, i let go of everyone who ever loved me and when i finally see them move on and start being happy again, it bothers me so much.

I don't know what it is. Regret? Jealousy? Love?

What i do know is I'm one selfish bastard. I can't help it.

Because one day, they wouldn't cry for you anymore and they can't be there for you anymore. They start to smile again even without you. Then they love someone else.

And you realise, you're back to being alone.