Stupid weakling of a stomach. When it seems like everything comes crashing down, you came over to help… But I’m still afraid. Afraid of what’s to come, of what will happen. Because you left, you left me when I felt that I needed you the most! Life plays out, just like a game. Either you prevail or you fail. As they said, “once bitten, twice shy.”, I’m afraid that I’ll get hurt again. All the insecurities, all the memories, everything floods in.

It actually feels as if I can’t breathe. God, if you're up there, you're making a bloody joke of my life, aye? Must've thought it'd be ironic to land me in the same pathetic situation all over again.

I don’t wish to be suck a weakling, I don’t want to rely on others, because they might just leave, leave whenever they want. No one ever cared enough to stay, no one. It hurts, honestly. I don’t want to let go of the little hope that I have right now, but I’m worried, and afraid. I don’t want to be left away, and thrown aside again. Because I know, even if you're family, you'll also be casted aside.