You quit when you finally realize it's not worth it.

I'm hurt and disappointed. I want to get mad but I can't.

Because it's not worth it. 

I did things to calm myself and they're not worth it.

What the hell is wrong with me? 

I can't afford to lose you.

Even though I'm deeply wounded and taken for granted,

I still treasure you with the little things I have.

Because believe it or not, I gave you everything I could.

You can never please someone who doesn't appreciate you.

Even if you give your all, it would be nothing to him.

So just runaway and save yourself from more hurt.

I have these quotes in mind. Advices that I could tell to someone in need.

But it's so hard to apply them to myself.

Indeed, I just can't runaway... But I want to.

I really do.

I'm just not yet ready to lose you...

But you're not worth it.

They told me so.