i'm tired. too tired of feeling this way. sometimes, i even desire to get drunk/high and escape from this life/mind's torture for a little while just for the fun of it but the problem is, i don't drink 'cause i don't need to. it's just that, this feeling, is indeed eating me alive.

i knew that someday, i'll definitely get it out somehow. but, to whom? everyone's a liar, everyone couldn't be trusted in this world, you just had to agree with me on this. parents however, they just won't understand and sometimes, too blunt on their opinions. so, i asked myself, "when's my true saviour coming exactly? or should i just grow old, alone?" that's some scary shit, i tell you. well, i guess, at least it's better than having to endure heart pains forever, don't you think so?

all i need is just a little perfection. life isn't getting any better, for now.

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though i'm experiencing the lowest of lows, i'm still good. =D