No one knows I’m in pain. If only I have wealth, Vicodin would have taken care of this mess.
Sometimes, we see the worst version of ourselves. It’s unbecoming. It’s unacceptable, at least against your own standards, self-imposed.
I have learned lately that being emotional is being self-centered. We always make ourselves the most pitiful, leading role character in the story. A small problem might mean heavier than the world’s.
That was what happened to me exactly. Very erratic, heart-breaking. Sometimes, we expect the world will go our way, but most of the times it will not.
The world is full of cyclamates and saccharine. Sweeteners, but artificial. Once we thought they really are good, but we were just enticed.
1 comment:
R u desp cos of our failed mission or
S it cos u saw our Quizzer???
Good post, really expresses ur sad feelings...
Keep blogging, but not senti stuffs lik dis...
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