We dated from May 2013 - December 2013. We met in Hawaii while he was on vacation and I was on a school holiday. He’s originally for Malaysia. We spent time with each other for 2 weeks before he had to go back. I knew he had problems. I let myself be okay with it. He always cheated. Like a helpless dog I stayed loyal. After 8 months, I had enough. I got mad and blocked him from everything and deleted his number. No line, no wechat, no instagram, facebook or twitter. But before breaking up he told me he’d be leaving to go study abroad in Beijing. March 2014, MH370 happened. I was heartbroken. I thought he was on that flight. But even worse, he was back home. Partying. Playing. Drinking. Almost a year later and my heart still hasn’t progressed. How did I let myself become so comfortable with such a dumb and useless boy? I still think of you.
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
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