Alone.

"I'll always be there for you." It's one of the sentences  I've heard countless times. It sucks that those are just mere words, but they're not often actions. Since I'm quite emotional tonight, I thought of something very melodramatic: I used to have friends who would tell me that "everything's going to be okay", but now no one's even giving me a virtual hug or something.

And it continues...

WARNING: This is a very emotional entry so if you're not up for it, STOP READING.

Ride.

I've been thinking about a few things for the past couple of days. I've been replaying all my unanswered questions about the universe that deep down in myself, I know the answers. Why are people so dense? Why are people trying to be perfect for imperfect people? Why do they have to exceed somebody else's expectations? Why, of all people, I have a fucked-up messy life? Why does these things have to happen to me? Why does the universe give you happiness and, all of a sudden, take it back and you're left there, damaged?

Two Choices.

     In life, we always have two choices: "right and wrong", "good or bad" "want or need", "necessity or display", "happy or sad". It always comes down to a choice to do what you want or to do what is right. We're all stuck in deciding on doing what's right and what we want. Because most of the time, they're both different things.