Don't fight the moment.

You'll just die due to extreme disappointment.

That's reality.

I wanna accept it.

But i don't wanna admit it.

For Christ's sake, tell me what i am thinking over here now is wrong.

Everything will be my fault.

My fault on striking it up.

My fault on trusting too much.

My fault for being stupidly overly dependent.

I really don't wanna admit it; damn!

I'm sorry. For existing in your lives before, and i'm sorry.

For trusting too much.

For hurting you.

I am truly so sorry.

This moment of truth i shall serve it as a warning for myself.

Never to cross the line.

I shall begin healing myself from all these disappointment.

To begin this thing with such a gray manner...

I can't help but think it's just me.

I am who i am... and what i want.. is too much for normal people; perhaps?

I sincerely wish for something true to befall on me.

A beautiful Something. Or maybe unbelieveably A Someone?

I couldn't ask for more.

Just a something to get rid of my grays.

Wishing...


and be understood.