Don't play with fire or you'll get yourself burn. Common sense, but how often do you obey it? I created the trouble so I'm supposed to end it. But like how? I so feel like running away so much so that I just wish to kill myself. Call me selfish or whatever, it's driving me nuts. Far too much problems for me to handle. Far too complicating.

I don't know what I can do. I don't know where I can hide. I don't know where to run to. Maybe I even forgot how to cry. I'm lost for words, lack of tears. Tears can't express my agony. I need to find other way out.

Maybe you people can try putting yourself in my shoes. And you can blame me for not putting myself in yours. But only if we could all do it, maybe the problem will no longer be a problem. I need some understandings. But if by playing the bad guy's role can make myself feel better, maybe I'll just do it.

Just hate me. Just condemn me for all you want. When I lose everything and everyone, I will feel better for there's nothing left for me to care, to cherish. Maybe then, I can have the courage to walk out from my pain.