I cannot wait forever. I'm not like her.

‎... thinking if people were rain, he was drizzle and I'm a hurricane.

Someone may disappoint me again, another time too much.

To love and suffer compromises; or not to love and suffer promises?

My mum thinks I'm pregnant, because I'm fat. Sure thing Mum, sure thing, can't wait till nine months is over so that you'll know I'm just bloody fat.

Fat hope, fat wish, fat me.

I was at my lowest point, but nobody knew because I carried on with the happy-go-lucky masquerade. Nobody knew, so no one rescued me from my own oblivion.

I literally forced myself to move on, even though a little of me was dying inside with each waking moment. The happy image portrayed outwardly didn't matched the dying hopes raging through my mind and heart.

I was badly broken, but I couldn't let anyone see it, even now.

I know, what it feels, to be the last one who knew. To be the one getting the news from everyone BUT that person who should be telling you the truth.

I guess I'm never gonna be good enough for the truth.