It's strange.
When I became honest, and people changes.
Was it really bad to express one's true emotion?
Was it my fault?
I don't know, I don't really know.

Everything was destined to happen in a certain way.
If her puzzle piece did not fit into mine, then I guess that's it.

Still, it's a regret.
I thought that I could tell her everything.
But that's how it ended.


Perhaps people learn through mistakes, but when they do, they lost something in return. And that, often is one of the regrets in their life.

I always knew that I'm a lone wolf.
But I guess enjoy being alone still has it's limit.

Probably deep inside,
I still crave being loved.


Always thought that I'm fine by myself. How wrong am I. 

I knew this is the end.
I just couldn't accept it.

So much for a remedy, so much for a possibility.
And I'm just yet another tragedy.


Creeping thoughts began haunting me again, and again, for I have little faith remaining to resist these dark screams.

Well, guess I still messed up.
After all, I'm still an amateur when it comes to relationships.
I could never express myself properly.
In the end, I'm but part of where these empathy goes.

So much for "you're too nice".

I think my emotions are still running volatile.
So volatile that it could just collapse any moment.


After all that, again I'm back to this nameless emotion, running amok and rampaging relentlessly.

I have no idea how it will turn out.
But this is probably it.

I'm afraid of what's going to be the worst.
But I don't really mind anymore.
If it keeps going, it's just going to be the same again.
I don't want it to be that way anymore.

So for just this once, please, answer my call.


Anxiety, fear, hope, and all kinds of mixed feelings, because this is my underlying emotion.