Tired, beaten, down... Just want to let it all go and return to my old self. Its better that way, nothing to care, no need to care... And alone. Its probably the best. :)

Ever had the feeling of loneliness, where the whole world seems to be against you and no matter what you do. Even when the best of things happen to you, yet you end up turning it against yourself.

You want to shed a tear, but is afraid that you will end up showing weakness. You want to rant at someone, but not sure who to rant to. You want to change everything around you, but don't have the power to do so. Everything around you makes you feel irritated, and you want to shut yourself behind them. Tempted by the power to isolate yourself, but you know that will just add on to the feeling.

You see your friends living their life without you, and makes you wonder whether you really play an important role in their lives, or are you just a tool. Or maybe even just a slave. When needed they turn to you and want your company, if not, you're just left aside and forgotten. You want to join them, but don't dare to. Sometimes even if you try to enter them, you end up being left aside, ignored. Still, what goes on around you, with or without you, is still a big mystery.

When you feel like crying, its better to have a shoulder to lean on~

She was the kind of girl who with just one look could capture your heart, she’d stare at nothing and sometimes a small smile would grace her lips. And every time you saw that smile, she made you wish that you were the reason it was on her face. She was the kind of girl who with just one look would have promises of “leaving this place” and “freedom” and “never leaving you” stumbling out of your mouth.

She was the kind of girl that with one look could have you wishing you could make them promises you made, wishing you hadn’t meant it so much when you said you loved her, breaking any kind of common sense you had in you just so could maybe make her smile. But then again, who said common sense was that common anyway.

She was the kind of girl who with just one look had you running, running away from everything you promised her. Running. Just running .Running back. Running back to her, because you needed to see if she’d forgive you, needed to see if she meant it, you needed her forgive you, and you needed her to mean it, you needed her.

She was the kind of girl who couldn’t be trapped, wouldn’t be trapped, and who would one day be gone, no more waiting for you to keep them promises. Just a goodbye. Leaving you wondering who put the good in goodbye.

Let fate decide when I will meet her~

A love story is when it starts as a dream and ends as a reality...
Yet I feel unsure when I see you

Its kinda sad to say, when you see people drifting apart one by one, losing contact with each other. Sometimes you don't feel anything, but at times, you realise that you end up losing something precious to you. Even on msn, when a close friend signs in, you end up talking to them most of the time, but yet, when a normal friend signs in, you begin wondering how the conversation will end. The process should be enjoyed, not the final product. Friends, no matter close or not, played a part in your life, you end up hating some, you may even end up falling in love with some. But at the end of the day, you enjoy their company at some point of time or another...

Close friends will stay by you, but not talk to u when they are bored, but when they think you are bored...

I’m All Alone Though You're All Here.
Surrounding Me, Smothering Me
With Your Happiness That I Can't Match.
I Know You Care For Me, Care About Me.
But I Feel Like You Don't See Me.
And That Makes Me Not Real.

Island Of Lonely In A Sea Of Happiness.
Joyful, Unconcerned.
Maybe It's Because I Won't Open Up
And Let You In.
But It Feels Like It's More Than That.
Feeling Claustrophobic, Its Closing In.
Crushing Me.

Now I’m Really Alone.
You've Forgotten I Was Ever There.
You Don't Recognize Me Anymore.
Have I Changed That Much?
You Haven't Changed At All.
It Seems Like You're Immortal.
Still Outgoing, Crazy, The Opposite Of Me.
But We Used To Be Good Friends,
Didn't We?
Or Was I Just Someone To
Pass Time With.
Until You Figured Out How
Boring I Was,
And Am.

I’m Cold Now.
I Wish I Could Turn To Stone.
And Not Cry.
I Haven’t Cried In A Long Time.
But I Do When I’m Alone.
Nothing Is Forever Except Death.
And I Can't
Seem To Kill Myself.
I’m Too Weak Of Spirit And Body.
Maybe, If I Ask Nicely,
You'll Do It For Me...