Life is a vicious cycle of avoiding the people who love you , wishing the people who don't give a f to love you back and holding on between these two . We don't see the people who love us, at this point i really don't know if i can use the word 'we', because i believe there exists people who love each other .. I believe in a lot of things.
When i write stuff i feel I'm obliged to end things on a positive note. So that someone might benefit if not me. There's a fine line for everything. I know these sentences aren't making sense they aren't making any to me either.
I'm writing to get this anger out of me. I'm an angry person who never gets angry. It comes with its side effects. The potential harm being within. I hope nobody reads this crap. Because the greatest breakdowns happen when we tell our heart out to people who don't understand us. It's better to be left unknown and mysterious than to be misunderstood. So I'll vent my feelings here, put these thoughts into words.. Before it threatens the life it belongs to.
