Nevermind the title, it seems like things will end like it always do. It seems like things are always assumed, again. I am aware that things will be fine, soon, later, or never, but I am aware that what is what right now, it’s bad enough to make my knees weak. You can say it’s over, but i can say for the reasons that leads to it, are just assumptions that never explained. At worse, patience was not there. I have patience, but i need patience. From who? Well, who else?
Promises are broken. Sky flying hopes given yet not fulfilled. I feel like sticking a needle in me and let my blood flow out. I feel like looking at that pool of crimson liquid, so that I know its too precious to let go. Yes, I’m miserable. Yes, I’m useless. But no, I’m not an idiot.
Maybe all these are my own karma hitting back at me. Maybe it is. Maybe it’s just what i need to feel how others feel.
Yes, I made it miserable. Yes, I made it hard. Yes, I never give enough. Yes, I am incompetent. But no, I will not die.