If you really love, then you would do what im doing.

Tired of this mess. Not fustrated, not pissed off. Just looking at you. Maybe its pity, maybe its disgust. But i choose to think its pity alright. Cause i respect you.

It when everything stops and you hear the silence. Hear the silence. And then you realise how lonely you are, and its only then that you start feeling around in the dark for whatever you have left. In the dark cos, somehow there seems to be more hope in the dark, cos you know that, in fact you dont have anything, so the dark is your deceiving comfort.

There are something in life that only you can help yourself. Lean on yourself. I took long enough to figure that out. There are things that are worth it, and there are things that arent. Then there are things that can goddamn hurt you, and THEN there are things that come and lie to you. And then they linger to see how long you can last and then laugh at you. There are people that come in, and try to redefine what you've define telling you, you've got it all wrong. But the truth is, you didnt.

Sometimes, when the person points all around, its the pointer itself thats the one. No one has a freaking problem. Its the pointer.