It's a habit, whenever we go to a fast food outlet we tend to take extra packet of ketchup or pour extra from the bottle when all we need was a dash of sauce to dip the fries.
Sometimes its funny how people think that we could keep on giving and pouring our heart out like the ketchup in the packet, when a relationship fails to someone new they crossed path on a sunny afternoon at a shop.
Pouring and drenching emotions thinking that it is something that you could make out of thin air without using any energy. But what if that day the ketchup ran out of stock and there's nothing to dip your fries with?
Would you tilt the bottle hoping few drips of sauce to come out from the bottle? Or would you shake it, and pump the rear with your fist?
I know I am not making any sense relating emotions with the ketchup bottle, but I hope you do understand when you read this.
It's funny too when you think the stake of a beginning or the end of a relationship was put on a line we call time.
Time do heal all wounds, without a doubt it will mend over an egg-shell cracked heart. But sometimes while waiting that long, it is not that worth it anymore. Not saying I've been there and done that, but I used to be that hopeful person waiting for miracles to happen and at the end of the day all it does was making me feel like crap.
Just like the ketchup bottle, my feelings it is irreversible.
So stop making me pouring it out if you're just going to use it a little and leave me for the bin.
I'm tired of being the leftover.
Sidenotes:
I am not mad at you, but only the wall of my blog listens to my rants without ending up in an argument with me. I am just starting to respect and care about you as I think being with an older person could bring me back to the right track of life.
My past, it sucks.
Literally.
