i hate those self-centered individuals but it does not matter anyway as long as they stay away. dear mama, it isn't sumthin' to talk about, it is what i know that no one knows about me. i have been with these kinds of people but too soon i realize that it is hard to keep pace with this reality. the reality of which i mean is, that i never really wanted to be with them. it is just plain and simple, i don't like their ways. but i just kept wondering if it is true?
am i numb? sometimes it is better that i am alone, when i am tired of these things.
i can't explain this thing which is likened to an abyss of unfathomable aloneness, and when it ends this pain is soothe by an overdose of morphine, i wanted to remain in the state of hallucination to forget.
is it the worst thing in my life? coz it's the very hurt that have come over me . it has flowed through my veins. it is what i have become --- and now it is too late! --- it is my way of life.
