Your giving me a penknife and asking me, which one do you want to cut, the left one or the right one?I've been in dilema, thinking and thinking about it for so long.And well, theres been this distinct answer and I know the answer all along, I know what I have to do. Then wtf am I doing ? Something is holding me back. Just cut off both wrists already, humans are like that. All of them know how to get over someone easily. They can. No one will remember me after that. And that is the best solution now. There isn’t a answer to the question anymore, its a solution. Kill me, don’t trust me, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Just take my life, I’ll throw it at you. You don’t have to return it back anymore. I don’t want it back.

I’m hurting. But I don’t want you to hurt, I’m selfish, I just want you alright.
My fault.

Today we learnt that there is something on top, better than the greater good. Stage 6.
Bye.