alone;

even as i was queuing for food alone, that choking feeling of tears threatened to fall. when was the last time i cried? when was the last time i broke down thoroughly? when was the last time i answered my own questions? when was the last time i had time for myself to let it all out?

and when was the last time, i was honest to myself?

i hate questions, i hate your accusations. your insecurities suffocate me, and i'm only trying to live.

my love is selfish, way too selfish. this life, it's too hard to share. i like to keep things to myself, for myself, with myself. you continuously ask me what i want, i really don't know. why do i feel that you drain me?

i'll buy a one way ticket to nowhere, ruin my life if i had the guts, and swear i'll never look back.

screw this.

choke it back, swallow it, bury it, be okay. shit this. shit.

are You gonna make a way, or just watch me fall? so help my unbelief.