My Belly Monster

Dear Blogger

Fat One AKA. My Belly Monster called.
We have been talking every night for about a week now.
Then last night he sort of stop calling me for no reason.
I tried to call him this morning...no replied.
Guess that trolly dolly girlfriend of him came home or sth.
Damn you bitch!

I'm kinna upset a bit to have crush on someone else BF.
I have to stop doing this for my own happiness.
Who am I kiddin? Me? Stop talking to the guy?
That is just impossible...at least at the moment.
I'm caught up. It's not easy to drag myself back...not yet.

The thing is he always says anything can happen.
He might not end up with his GF afterall.
He might find someone he likes so much.
Someone who fits him perfectly.
I thought he was talking about me...silly!

Well, I used to laugh at people who let love blinded them.
I thought I was better than that.
I thought I was strong and heartless.
I was never been so wrong.
I'm just like other girls. I'm no different.
Writing this love sick story proves that I am, afterall, just a girl.

It's kinna cool somehow, you know, to realize that I'm not cold-hearted, loveless evil.
I'm not that bitchy when it comes to love.
My belly Monster is, in a good way, the prove that I will let myself fall for someone at the end of the day without any fear of rejection or stuff like that.
He is the prove that I can too take the risk to find love and relationship.
I think someday after I survive this whole situation, I would be able to find someone to fall head over feet for and might even find true love.
It's weird, I know but you need to find good things out of the wrecked situation.
I did find one good thing from this cheating fat guy...
I know I have guts to reach out for a glimmer of a chance of love.
It will help me in the future. I don't know how but it will be useful.

Yet another cool post from Amy...
Your Truly =)