You Pathetic Loser!

People think you're all that but really, you are not. You are not the prince that many others have imagined you to be neither are you the knight in shining armor that would sweep people off their feet. You are not a hero, Sam or Piolo - you are just you - a pathetic loser pining over lost love. Harsh but true.

Do you honestly believe that your friends know you that well? Do you seriously think that they really care about your endless stories of love everlasting and how you had given it your all? Don't you think you've already tortured them enough? Come, watch me hurl with the millions of people who are laughing at you because you are you now.

And while I am at this, how is it even humanly possible that you believe that there is no more life after all of your "sufferings" - just because the "end all and be all"of your existence has chosen to thread a different path? Come - watch us roll our eyes in unison.

Do you also think that making a fool of yourself can make you less sad? Trust me honey, all the sex in the world can never make you happy. Well, it can for about uhmm 10 seconds and then that warm and fuzzy feeling will just go away - much like the love of your life. And yes, you will feel empty - way more empty - than when you first started. Plus, of course, you'd need to take a shower to wash off all that saliva and other bodily fluids that other people have put on you. Eeek!

Don't even get me started on drugs, alcohol and cigarettes (and the likes). Loserville awaits you for even thinking of substance abuse.

Oh and puh-lease stop all the games - the online hide and seek, the "let-me-see-if-the-love-of-my-life-is-just-invisible-on-YM" game or the ever famous "let-me-try-to-connect-to-him-on-a-psychic-level-and-then-maybe-he'd-call-me" activity. Truth is, he will never be online for you and he will never call. And if by chance he does go online and/or he does call you, it's not really about you. He just wants to feel less bad about himself. People are selfish.

You are not "lost" so stop saying that you are lost - I even asked you where you were, remember? And please, enough with the "I don't know how and where to start? bit" Wait, let me roll my eyes again before I scream - START WHAT, START WHERE? Living? Are you even dead? And please, never even think of suicide - for that worthless piece of meat? Geez.

We all know that heartbreaks suck - and yes, they suck big time. We have heard the stories over and over and over again - different people, same story line - heartbreaks. We know how these things work (or, in your case, did not work). We understand that you felt that he was the one - that you were ready to give your life to him - that you have changed because of him - that you gave it you all - and now, that there is still room for one last cry. But, don't you even recognize that these things have already been captured in several songs, mostly by Mariah Carey and Barry Manilow? Ergo, these things have already happened to others - and they got through this phase - some, several times over. You will too.

You may have disappointed a lot of people, including yourself. You may just as well be the biggest drama queen this world may ever get to know; the most sore loser in this lifetime; you may even think that you are now evil personified, heartless... a bad boy even (you wish)... a bitch... a slut... But, these do not change the fact that you may still be perfectly imperfect for someone - someone else - someone better than best- someone who deserves you more.

Tahan na. Tama na ang drama. Lika na dito.



Blogger's Note: An old post on an old topic, given a different twist - something I wish somebody had written for me when I was the pathetic loser.