Why do every little things seemed so perfect when they occurs? That even one single sentence could make a person forget temporary till the next bad happening. And I always thought we're perfect, well, almost. I always tend to see the end of the extremes, either it's the start or the end, the best or the worst. Right now I'm looking on the start of the worst side.

I wished to be alone, but I don't want to ever feel lonely. It's not the same. Waiting hurts, you don't know how long. Forgetting that hurts, too, I don't wish to remember. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering. I'm going to school everyday because it's my only compulsory past-time and I love it for that reason.