Broken Dreams And Expectations

Deep within my soul is this immense sadness. A sadness that which I cannot shake off. It seems I shall always carry this melancholy due to circumstance. We all carry the burden and struggle of circumstance. But I… I cannot withstand this propensity to be whoever I am. Why should I pretend to be pleasant when deeply insulted? Why do I not break rapport immediately and fuck the people whom which I call ‘friends’. Somewhere down the line, one ought ask himself how to break circumstances. For me, there seems to be no ‘how’, but an endless list of wherefores. I don’t deserve such a life nor do I desire the expectations expected of me.Sponsor ZUJI SG - MLOB Cannonball 300x250 Find Me The...

I’m Not Good Enough

It hurts that you pay lesser attention to me. I feel pathetic. I guess, to you, we aren’t even friends. Perhaps it is due to your polite nature that you even mention me. I wish, somehow, we never had met. You were always an angel to me. Not knowing you would no doubt be a huge loss on my part, but the pain and paranoia of being lonesome is too much to bear. Maybe you knew. And so you lied to uphold the illusion I always knew to be an illusion. I dread the day I’ll see you. Yet, I dread the day I won’t see you again.