Untitled.

It's the time of the day when all I want to do is to runaway to a place no one knows and no one cares about -- if not that, then just hide under the covers and just wake up when everything's fine again...

I want to scream out of frustration... out of sadness... out of anger... but whenever I bring myself to do that, for once in my life, I always end up to what I do best... every hurt turns into tears...

I want to straighten things out for the last time before my sanity breaks away from me... but then... I'm never someone else's priority to start with... Guess I'm just dreaming too much that everything will turn out fine...

Who was I kidding back then?!

I've been telling myself that I should just get over it since it's my fault anyway...

So what should I do?

Forget about personal issues regarding...

Just concentrate...
Studies. Studies. Studies.

I don't know if burning myself with books can make me forget.

But it's the only thing I can do now.

Life's never a box of chocolates... Just full of shit.