Are we that bad when we abandon or cut people off? What if it's the only option left to save ourselves from drowning into a whirlpool of uncertainties and falling off the cliff of ambivalence? Should we hang on and endure just to be good in other people's eyes?

What about when they're the ones to abandon us and cut us off? Are they bad in our eyes? Do we hate them for leaving us?

No, we don't. We hate ourselves and blame ourselves for unending maybes instead, don't we?