The troubling one; Love.

I am just the third party; looking from the outside.


It never happen to me before, not that I want it to, considering what has befallen onto others.


I might not like it.
I might not know how it feels like.
I might not want it.


And you might scoff upon me because of that.
Look down upon me because of that.
Ignore me, belittle me because of that.


Me, the ignorant one.
The stupid one.
The ugly one.
The one to be jeered upon.
The one to be mocked upon.


Is it my fault that I scoff upon it?
Is it my fault that I don't like it?


It hurts.
It is painful.
so now, what should I do?






Sad,
Lina.