Immortally mellow

To be honest, I hate these mellow-dramatic days.
I hate when I kept on complaining about life, about what just happened to me.
I hate "flooding" my twitter TL with such gloomy words, sad stories about a broken-hearted girl.
I hate to share my sadness.
I hate to keep on asking why.
I hate myself when I started not to meet anybody.
I hate myself the most when I start crying.


Oh Lord, I've changed into somebody I don't know. And I hate it.