what makes one dare to ask a question, eventhough he knows already, than he wouldn’t like the answer.
i guess it’s something called: hope.
yup.. hope.
no matter how hard it is, you’re still gonna ask, coz you have hope, that something might come up the way you expect it. after all, your heart will stay wondering and wondering.
i just don’t get it. i just don’t understand, how come someone could be so different on monday and friday. on second thoughts, something painful would wake you up. wake me up from my own created-dream into reality. and my reality tends to be hurtful.
i still don’t get it, perhaps a few more years from now, i will not still get it. it’s a mystery. a destiny?
how come someone destined to be like me? do i suffer the way i don’t destined to? do i exaggerate life? am i too overwhelmed? am i too dumb? don’t i deserve even a slight happiness? can my direction be clear at last? hfff…
i went home this evening, my head was a bit too heavy for my shoulder and neck. i put my freezed hands into my pockets. i walked so slowly, enjoying every beat of the hurts I’m feeling inside. cannot stop telling myself “see? see? I told you!!!”
just need to pour this out. can’t do any better than this.
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