Sometimes, perhaps Life would had been much simpler if I didn’t come in contact with certain things or certain people.

I’m the kind who believes that everything in life happens for a reason, thou I might not be so damm driven to discover EVERY reason behind EVERYTHING.

I’ve learnt to accept that somethings we’ll just regret them happening, thou we’re all so concerned but we really can’t do anything and decide for those people who’ve made up their mind nor we have the power to influence them.

Neither do I wish to influence them either.

There are too many heroic words about believing, faith, support, LOVE. All has been too easily spoken. When shit happens (Or when people THINK that shit has happened), we react in the way all humans would.

I’m tired, nervous, mentally wrecked AGAIN.

It has happened before and it actually HAPPENED again.

But I’m truthful to myself still and I’m not in serious denial. I’m glad cause I’ve seen people who are. we get too involved and we no longer can picture ourselves in the innocent way. blah.

Life,
what meaning does it hold, really?

And the things which we love,
are we loving them for the sake of loving them
or we already got used to “loving them”

so we continue to love them?

I asked my friend, how long do you tink this will last?

When they spoke of 25years later, I truly believe that wld happen, but the thing is, who’s left to be there, and be true?

Dear friends,

Thank you for being real with me, I really apperciate that.
You guys have moulded me into a person which I really hope to become and I’m very glad that I’ve became.
And I’ve become so spoilt by all of you that sometimes I just can’t be fake to certain things going on.
I just turn myself to autopilot mode and continue acting out the role of myself.

But I’m glad and thankful to all of you guys.

=)