Fighting the urge to hurt myself on this very day. Hoping that no one will sees through my lie. I pray hard that this will not happen again… Wishing for the cold feeling inside to go. But on the light note, Valentines this year was, different, if I must say. It wasn’t what I expected it to be, but at least it’s, well, different.
I never get what I want, I never reach my target, I always fall short, and I always fail.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to feel, alive. The pain inside, is dying to be released. I just hope that I don’t break down in front of my friends, least they worry.