4:15pm
10th April 2011
I felt like I was scalded alive. I knew I am at boiling point, I just didn’t realize how it would consume me.
What am I fighting for really? Obviously, I did not or would not ever earn any respect. If I had love, was it real? If I was admired, how long will it last? If I were perfect, what stops you?
I’m just done with it. I want to move on. I want to stop feeling anything. I want memories to die in vain.
I just wish I have the guts to do it.
